text: And the peaches and the mangos
  That you could sell for me
  What do you think my brain is made for
  Is it just a container for the mind?
  This great grey matter
  Sensei replied, What is your woman?
  Is she just a container for the child?
  That soft pink matter
  Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, ohh
  Close my eyes and fall into you, you, you
  My God, shes giving me pleasure
  What if the sky and the stars are for show
  And the aliens are watching live
  From the purple matter?
  Sensei went quiet then violent
  And we sparred until we both grew tired
  Nothing mattered
  Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, oh, oh
  Dim the lights and fall into you, you, you
  My God, giving me pleasure
  Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure
  Pleasure over matter
  Hey, hey
  Since you been gone, I been having withdrawals
  You were such a habit to call
  I aint myself at all, had to tell myself, Naw
  She better with some fella with a regular job
  I didnt wanna get her involved
  By dinner Mr. Benjamin was sitting in awe
  Hopped into my car; drove far
  Fars too close and I remember my memorys no sharp
  Butter knife, what a life, anyway
  Im building yall a clock, stop, what am I, Hemingway?
  She had the kind of body that would probably intimidate
  Any of em that were un-southern, not me, cousin
  If models are made for modelin
  Thick girls are made for cuddlin
  Switch worlds and we can huddle then
  Who needs another friend? I need to hold your hand
  Youd need no other man, wed flee to other lands
  Grey matter
  Blue used to be my favorite color
  Now I aint got no choice
  Blue matter
  Youre good at being bad, youre bad at being good
  For heavens sakes, go to hell, nah, knock on wood, hey
  Youre good at being bad 
  For heavens sakes, go to hell
  For heavens sakes, go to hell
  Knock, knock, knock, knock on wood
  Well, frankly, when that ocean so mufucking good
  Make her swab the mufucking wood
  Make her walk the mufucking plank
  Make her rob a mufucking bank
  With no mask on and a rusty revolver