Jo Koy: Live from Seattle Page #7
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to the bedroom first, completely naked.
Completely naked.
"Come on, baby. Come on.
Oh, I'm gonna f*** the sh*t..."
This foot completely dirty.
This one clean, completely clean.
This one... gravel in the heel.
"Come on, baby.
I'm gonna f*** the sh*t out of you.
Come on."
The man's walking down the hallway,
fully clothed.
Drunk.
Taking his time.
He's kind of mad, too,
because not only is he drunk,
but his dick is more drunk.
And he doesn't know what to do,
because it's about to happen,
but he can't.
And drunk guys will talk to their d*cks.
They don't give a sh*t.
Like, "Come on, wake up.
Come on. Why are you doing this to me?
Let's go. Why are you doing..."
And their dick is, like,
"I'm drunk, too, a**hole.
What the f*** do you want me to do?"
We'll start grabbing blood from anywhere.
"Don't do this to me.
You need to give me something.
Don't do this to me."
But our dick's our best friend.
He doesn't leave us hanging.
He gives us something.
It's not much, but it's something.
It's like half-and-half.
Soft on top, hard in the middle.
And it's barely holding up. It's just
balancing on the balls like this.
"Try this. This might work.
This might work."
And we're, like,
"Are you sure you're gonna work?"
"Hurry up before I change
my f***ing mind."
And we go to put him in. He's, like,
"Man, I can't f***ing do this."
I love you guys. Thank you so much.
Finally here
You know I'm finally here
Finally here
You know I'm finally here
I hear these people talking about
Where I been
I been on tour trying to work it out
They talking, like
"Man, you finally made it, dawg"
Sh*t, I'm working on copping
My second house
I remember back when
No one wanted to listen
Kind of funny who done came and gone
But I'm still here
And I ain't going nowhere
Nah, it's my time, homey
This where I belong
Truth is, I'm a savage
Flow cold and politely
But like a fat chick
Fighting with a skinny trick
Don't take a brother lightly
I know my enemies despise me...
You know I'm finally here
There's no one to fear
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