Takes by the Ocean: White People for Peace

Send his mouth way down south and kiss his ass goodbye: Swamp Dogg

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Swamp Dogg, Swamp Dogg Contemplates the Afterlife

He can fix that hole in you, by way of pal Jenny Lewis, but if you’re looking for heaven, go home. Nobody helps a liar, especially one whose feet and breath smell, though he did “pay tuition for your big head kids,” but that was a million tears ago because waka waka waka waka waka woo he’s through with you. So let’s just split the money because honey there ain’t nothin’ left to do except throw his brain in a hurricane and the deaf can have both his ears if they don’t mind the size. Never again will music get a singular weirdo like insurgent soul man Jerry Williams, who begins a song “SpongeBob doesn’t mean what he did” before zooming out to sketch a girl’s loving daddy lost in Afghanistan. All metaphysicals notwithstanding, I doubt this 84-year-old has made his final approach.