Song Description

A bluesy Mandarin hip-hop jam played on a senxin (basically a Chinese banjo) with an English spoken word thing in the middle. Subject matter: Sounds like about a girl but it's more a Big Brother blues

Lyrics

(first part is Mandarin)

English part:

Ah here it comes, your lipstick stained tooth grin tryna distract me while your snaky fingers root through my pockets, fishin' for cash so yous can buy a new barn-sized dress to hide your blood fat rolls. Sorry to say you've made 'em as empty as your marriage vows to me. And now you want me out of the one room in the house that's mine, so you rent it out to your sister's boyfriend's half-retarded cousin, he gonna set up shop sellin' food outta our refridgerator. And I gotta go sleep on the piggy piggy celulite sauce stained sofa from now on? Oh and you're promisin' me smoke stack scented kisses if I go fight the neighbors you've hacked off cause you gave their children guns, hopin' a war would distract the parents, while you siphon gas out of their trackors and tillers? Ah this a nice touch- your shameless self tryna bribe me with flowers that I grew without even so much as grunt produced fertilizer from your own constipated bowels. But just so ya know, these scrawny blossoms woulda grew much better if we didn't have that glorious statue of yourself eclipsin' the sun from our winda sills.

And while I've got your attention, ya ever notice how you get to screetch your high pitch whine opera and wag you're greasy finger at me about how I fail to be grateful for your supposed contributions to our home but I'm not allowed to return the compliment? I think if you really could display your love for me more than with the occasional caresses on my back with your tank track tenderizers, you'd hang on every one of my words, me letting you know about when and how you make me and the kids bruise and cry. But even at my slightest hint that maybe you could use a teeny tiny little bit of improvement, you smack the crap outta me, push me out the window and try to make me take a dirt nap in the broken glass filled garden, tween my bookshelf graveyard and the compost pile made of your ex-boyfriends.

In conclusion, although you're difficult to love, still I try. And I hope one day, you love me back.

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