Week 25 I Need A Therapist

Hi kids, did you know I'm a nihilist?/ And for three years the gleam in my iris has been for Miley Cyrus/ Spat with a flow that I swore to G-d was Midas/ Then they cancelled more of my shows than Christopher Titus/ Just dated nine months, happy for the stamina/ But then the broad left me for a fireworks store manager/ Said I was insensitive, that I'd pissed away the magic/Then I responded with, "Uh...Crocker Is A Bastard?"/ Guess it's back to gettin' hammered, snortin coke from plastic baggies/And havin' unprotected sex with post operation trannies/ Send my ex pictures of us fucking in the fanny/ In my Ninja Turtle jammies, just a hamming for the camera/ Hit 'em with a smash, a little onomatopoeia/ And on the sly, drop that I contracted gonorrhea/ JK, at least, I wanna say I think so/ But for now, I'ma get back to this hooker's ass and my quest for finding Nemo/