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Story behind the song
It's been a while since I've done a new song with RxR. When I read his story about what happened to him on the beach, I knew I had to set it to music.
Lyrics
Life's a Beach
If you spend as much time on the beach as I do, you
find yourself running INTO a good number of Be-Atches....
Let this be a lesson to you.
If you walk around with a perpetual erection
twenty-four hours a day
like I do do (awwww SHIT !!!)...
Don't take pictures of the broads of on the Beach who are all
"Bubbled-Out"...annnDUHHH..
begging for attention...
You know..
They are hardly wearing anything AT ALL...
Practically NAKED....
and the string bikinis they DO have on...
Well..they are practically flourescent in color...
You can't miss them...
they are BEGGING AND BEGGING for the world to "LOOK at my ass..."
I found out that it IS OK...to look all you want...
But, for GOD's SAKE...don't take any F-RICKING Photos.
I don't have any physical scars to show from the event, and I am
lucky at that...
just got the heck knocked out of my head,
and baseball hat knocked off...
plus I was armwrestled for the one time use camera that I eventually
GAVE UP, CHUCK !!!
I knew the claws would come next...
She...and her "Friend" were like number twenty one
on my list of photos I had already taken...
all of the other "girls" posed and LOOKED Great !!!
And there were dozens...countem...dozens upon dozens of witnesses
there in the sun....frozen in time....speachless..
(Geee...THANX A LOT< GUYS !!!!..
Most of them probably had their wives or whores with them
and were emotionally as casterated as I was...)
(Oh, WELL !!!...F-RICKEM !!!)
Wherever I go...here...
I will be THAT BOY that took all hell in the sun.
I could barely leave the scene as I was near fainting.
I felt like some zombie TRYING to trudge through the sand that got
deeper and deeper with every step as I hung my head lower than the
man who shot liberty valance.
You can't strike back.
In these days of equality...you just have to take it like a real
man, man.
I have taken more real physical beatings from women than men.
I could barely trudge through the sand to get off of the beach to go
home and try to recover. (Took twenty-four hours)...
But I do recall what it is like to be married and can now start
saying that I have been married FOUR TIMES now, as that one day felt
like an eternity of marital bliss...yeah...riot.....it.
I did have the last word...as always....
wounded, in every way you can imagine...
I still had the last word....
As I gave her the camera that she demanded...."Here, BITCH !!!"
AnnnDUHH...it felt GOOOOODUHHHH!!!"
I hadn't said that word for soooo long...
I had forgotten what it felt like to say it and really (really) mean
it with feeeeeling.
And suddenly it is okay to still be single...to walk around with a
perpetual hardon all day and night.
Like I say...I have those ten
RickReedSandwhichD'KnucklesNutLustBusters...
and the eleven of us are doing JUST G-RRRRRR--eat!!!!
Ha ha he he ho ho...
Are they coming to take me awayyyyy...
You would have to prove it to me.