Oh classic gentlemen 
Say your prayers 
To the wind, of prostitution 
To your faces, and Rex complexes 
Riddle my breast 
Full of the oppressed puss 

Oh gentlemen, with your fish 
The you surround, all around 
And you man, will always point 
Your fishes, at me 

But I will always exist 
Because I always exist 
Damn good too 

The rat race begins 
The fat face stings 
I hold the fresh pink baby 
With a smile 
I slice off those rosy cheeks 
Because I feel so thirsty 

And Oedipus Rex complexes 
...riddle my closed bloated breast