A Talk With Elvis on Michael Jackson....

Well it's one for the money, two for the show, three to get ready, now go cat go!
Hey Man!
Hey Elvis!
King of Rock & Roll here Hoss! Gonna to have to forgive my melancholy mood, I don't feel well today.
Well, that's my line Elvis!
Never thought I would see the day Hoss! Today the Supreme Court ruled to take medicine away from the chronically ill.
I think they ware talking about marijuana there Elvis.
It's medicine man! It makes these sick people feel good!
Well the law says . . .
The law is an ass! An overwhelming majority of voters in ten states want this,
and some dope in a black robe thinks you'd be better off taking morphine?
Well . . .
I think Clarence Thomas just wants us all on Oxy Cotton, so his buddy Rushs' medical records look normal to the investigators.
I wrote a little song about it, it goes something like this . . . .
Well, you can knock me down, and call me Biff .
Slander my name and cause a big riff.
Don't you . . . Don't you F~ck with my shift!
You can do anything but lay off my F~cking shift.
You can burn my weed, clog my bong,
Drink my liquor From your old ladies' thong,
Do anything that you want to do, but uh-uh,
Honey, lay off of my buds. Don't you, don't you, take my big bag of buds.
You can do anything but lay off of my big bag "O" Buds . . . uh uh uh
Why, you don't smoke marijuana , do you Elvis?
I tried it once, but I didn't exhale!
I think you meant, "I didn't inhale"!
You try it your way, I'll try it my way, Hoss!
So did you hear any news out of Santa Barbara about that pedophile's case? Not Guilty ..right!
I hate that little bastard! Soiled my little girl for life! Not that she wasn't all
F~cked up before she met him, but who would want her now? After the whole world watching him stick his tongue down her throat, I'd be afraid I'd come
out of that thing with some Wendy's chili deal. Except instead of finding the tip
of someone's finger, you'd end up with a tip of a nose. . . . If ya know what I'm say'en Hoss! Wrote a little song about it, kinda to git outa here on man! Goes something like . .
The warden threw a party in the county jail.
You know for a black guy he was mighty pail
The band was jumpin' and the joint began to swing.
You should've heard Michael Jackson sing.
Let's rock, everybody, let's rock.
Everybody in the whole cell block
wants to cut off Michael Jackson's c0ck!
Thank Ya, thank ya verrrry mush!