for my wiggums and honeychildren. This is for you. You're beating me, Im black and blue With Jim and me, there ain't gonna be No SkeeetWhen you go and get the shoe It's Puer abusum , there ain't gonna be no skeeetA frying pan slamming Into my head But I don't really talk about it Everyone knows your abusing me but I'm 33 I can hear you screaming and shouting Day and night, I dream of us having some money But I guess il have to wait for the day to comeYou're beating me, Im black and blue With Jim and me, there ain't gonna be No Skeeet When you go and get the shoe It's Puer abusum , there ain't gonna be no skeeet 48 hours in jail Mommy drove through a marathonSo you better starting hiding kittyCause I'm still the queen of wig-omnia Prepare for my wake For every moment that I'm aliveGives mommy time to plot my demise You're beating me, Im black and blue With Jim and me, there ain't gonna be No Skeeet When you go and get the shoeIt's Puer abusum , there ain't gonna be no skeeetDon't have food to eat but a bitch can dream So hide in the litter box, my kitty Because mommy is drunk and angry and hungry Get stuck in the blinds I sure hope for the Ukraine You're beating me, Im black and blueWith Jim and me, there ain't gonna be No SkeeetWhen you go and get the shoeIt's Puer abusum , there ain't gonna be no skeeetNo there ain't gonna be No skeeet No skeeetFlush