Axl Rose - Lee Scott

Doctor Scott

What you up to?

Not a lot

Just chattin' an actress up

While I juggle molten rock

And ash a cigar

Skatin' backwards on crackin' ice

I’ll woo your girl and tap her ass twice like ASDA price

Then go AWOL like Léon Gaultier

Cut you off when you speak and say peace and stroll away

I take the piss, that’s why I’m number one

I shower with me sunnies on

Ishmael Butler cool

In a spot like on a wooden stool

20 below freezin' sag

Un-fuck-wit-able steez

I don’t need to brag

But I will coz I’m ill

Outta control

I crack a can of

And pour soul for the last of the doled, but, ugh

I’m not as common as I look

If this was '92, fuck madonna for a buck

Whatever pays

I’m sayin' dumb shit in clever ways

I’m goin' through a dopest ever phase

Funky unshaven steez

Blah Jar bucket with the peak like a beret, aye

And watch me Axl Rose hair blow in the wind when I take me hat off

Stood against the back cloth

I’ll write a ho’s number one

An original portrait of Van Gough

And never ring 'er

And neck a sister on Jerry Springer

And watch the show on tele and give meself a finger

Drunk in a white wifebeater slumped

I eat a rump steak and take a blunt to the face

Like «Wait, it wasn’t me»

Why?

I’ve never been high

And only drink on days endin' in Y

Like «Hiii»

Catch me outside The Blah Mansion in a storm

In shorts and t-shirt

Mowin' the lawn in lizard form