Heaviest Breather - Barbarisms

I was the guard in the rations room

Hungry as a hippopotamus

The favorite child of some loony tunes

The scoundrel of my inheritance

For all those on the shoes of truth

I thought I was the heaviest breather

I want to check if I heard you right

I want you to swear on your mamma and jesus

For all those on the shoes of truth

I thought I was the heaviest breather

I was not

Promiscuous as a thought

The lingua franca of the heart

After drinking ourselves blind

Feeling we proceeded

For all those on the shoes of truth

I thought I was the heaviest breather

Huffing and puffing

The swan song of the nothing

I am not what I once was

Under her kindness

I am not what I once was

Under her kindness

I am not what I once was

Under her kindness

I am not what I once was

Under her kindness