Hey, that cunt's not breathingI think she's had too muchOf something or other, hey, man, you know what I mean?I don't mean to scare youBut you're the one who came hereAnd you're the one who's gotta take her when you leaveI'm not being smartOr trying to be cold on my partAnd I'm not gonna wear my heart on my sleeveBut you know people get all emotionalAnd sometimes, man, they just don't act rational you knowThey think they're just on TVSha-la-la-la, manWhy don't you just slip her awayYou know, I'm glad that we met manIt really was nice talkingAnd I really wish that there was a little more time to speakBut you know it could be a hassleTrying to explain this all to a police officerAbout how it was that your old lady got herself stiffedAnd it's not like we could helpBut there wasn't nothing no one could doAnd if there was, man, you know I would have been the firstBut when someone turns that blueWell, it's a universal truthAnd you just know that bitch will never fuck againBy the way, that's really some bad shitThat you came to our place withBut you ought to be more careful around the little girlsIt's either the best or it's the worstAnd since I don't have to chooseI guess I won't and I know this ain't no way to treat a guestBut why don't you grab your old lady by the feetAnd just lay her out in the darkest streetAnd by morning, she's just another hit and runYou know, some people got no choiceAnd they can never find a voiceTo talk with that they can even call their ownSo the first thing that they seeThat allows them the right to beWhy they follow it, you know, it's called bad luck
Give him the Nobel