a man alone with alcohol and too much time to drink. it could drive you to think. what doesn’t make me rich makes me strong. that’s what i have to tell myself to get along. but it’s time to go. for the have-nots have arrived. with all their heavy luggage. bitter and tattered. pre-conceptions already battered. their dislocated overstated under-rated lust for gossip and celebrity no stranger to me. possessions and confessions overstayed. the devil’s in the retail and that’s a price i’ve often paid. when it comes to dealing with the rich and powerful. it’s best to have at least a glassful. to smooth the way. and it’s better if they pay. you can always have your say later on. when they’re gone. sexology. it’s a hell of a word. sexology. just follow the urge. sexology. what’s there to learn. sexology. so much to yearn. i think there’s some things that i need to know. so sign me up and take me on. and teach me nice and slow. you can take me to your glittering world. you can buy me with your diamonds and your pearls. i’d like to be corrupted by you girl. let me be your plaything. let me be your honey. don’t need too much affection. you can make it up with money. you can hide me away in your villa by the sea. your friends and relations don’t need to see. you can keep me happy for a modest fee. you can pay my way. it won’t bother me. let me be your secret. your dirty little intrigue. pull me into your bosom. take me into your league. i’d like to be corrupted by you girl. i’m the middle class rapper. fashionably thin. and up with all the middle class matters. and you wouldn’t need to look far to find an artist on a par with that self-serving bastard jeff koons. his designs ala rococco really drive me loco. his borrowed ideas bring me to tears. he’s completely shameless and not at all blameless. the only art in his arena was of course, la ciccolina. how much was that coffee. no, i had the latte. don’t mess with me bitch. do you know who i am. i’m the middle class rapper. i’m down with your bourgeoisie. see. and i’m only paying for the latte. and the chocolate snail.
