Dedicated to you wankfucks who will give me a thumbs down-take a big wiff of my morning fart, you turds! You can tell how old this is by the stars mentioned.
Anyway, me and Eric Figueroa wrote this when we lived in Culver City and I recorded it on my little 4 track cassette recorder for you to now hate or enjoy 25 years later.

You know you ain’t lookin’ so good
But I know you like sex and that’s understood
Your face is sagging but you got vacuum lips
I can’t even describe the funny shape of your hips
And when your naked I can’t even look
To get me a rise I picture Playboy books
(Chorus)
You got a face that resembles a hag
And that body of yours you know it looks like a bag
But you love to get nasty and that I can dig
It makes me forget that you look like a pig
When my salami’s in your slippery zone
To keep myself stiff I think of Sharron Stone
(Chorus) (Solo)
Cindy Crawford, Christine Applegate
That’s who I think of when we mate
(Chorus)
Lyrics by Eric Figueroa