A Lot of People Are Just Lazy

Granville_Cocteau

Muthaf**ka-ville ...

is not the pounds on the scale or the tale of the tape,
neither lifting heavy
nor running fast.

there are fat muthaf**kas,
ripped ones,
even an average Joe
can qualify for muthaf**kin residency.

Muthaf**ka-ville
has no rules except this:
excuses are outlawed and things get done--
with or without a gym,
regardless of the rain
or the wind blowing too hard in your muthaf**in' face.

For the road doesn't rise to meet you in Muthaf**kaville,
a land of sinister seas
and one-way streets
where a cavalry of unicorns comes galloping
just to crap on your cake.
there are bad, bi*ch-*kitten* days there
but they are turned into fuel
to make muthaf**kin' magic.

Muthaf**kas may not take it easy
but they know when to rest;
they take the long view
as to reach greater muthaf**kin' glory.

In Muthaf**kaville
they have donuts
and maple-glazed women
with red-sprinkle lips
but that's just my view.

If you've reached Muthaf**kaville,
I salute you.
I'm not there yet
but tell 'em I'm coming--
and to save me a muthaf**kin' drink.

-Word