@tetratron,
I'm in Paris, steadily trying to break a little bit
The atmosphere is like smoke, I'm dying to take a bigger hit
There's stench congestion from this French connection
Their ethnic progress is engendering me to develop death erections
French is teaching me excessive lessons
My vocabulary's stretching just like genitals in sexual sessions
Being abroad has got me tense like six-packs
But at least I'm able to escape all the pathetic riff-raff
I'm having a break, I'm having a Kit-Kat
Chilling with my uncle whose son has just built a drinks shack
and right now I'm feeling retarded and dead, I'm off my head
writing these lyrics using tools from his garden shed
On Saturday night, we're fixing to have a party
inviting everybody to sleep in giant, enormous tents
I'm so mad that I'm almost bent, I need my arms outstretched
preferably before I suffer a body fit