Full blown aids de Stephen Lynch

Down to my target weight
sarcoma popped out all over my face
i lost three teeth and all of my friends
looks like this time i’m nearing the end
full blown aids
no need to lie no reason to fib
when you’re flat on your back counting all of your ribs
i went to give blood they just showed me the door
i stood up to leave then i fell on the floor
full blown aids
everybody now
damn that whore
damn that whore
i said damn that whore
aw yeah
damn that whore
let’s break it down now
my genitals can do a little spoken word
a little poetry
cause i know you guys can appreciate some good poetry, right?
well the fba has set in and he’s left feeling a little low
here you go, mike
well, now i’ve got aids
i don’t feel so good
so i’m gonna go out and share it
with my neighborhood
bartender, waitress, here’s your tip
that ain’t acne above my lip
oh, ya have to leave?
ah, that’s ok
i’ve got time to kill
maybe two or three days
i’m sitting alone humming this song
i start to think about everyone who done me wrong
who’s done ya wrong?
my fifth grade teacher
yeah?
mr. beck
your gonna find a hypodermic
in your neck
patrons of my restaurant
what about um?
your tit’s blue
yeah?
yeah
well that ain’t half and half in your stew
and wendy
you remember me
wendy?
she stood me up for prom
but i won’t infect her
you won’t infect her?
i’m gonna infect her mom
her mom?
it’s full blown aids
damn that whore
ya little mother fucking whore
ya little mother fucking whore
yeah
fba
its full blown aids
that’s right, baby