i be bussin lips all over this city on a horse named bisquick all over this city in gigs openings on subway cars; a horse bussin bras with one hand, alone she falls limbless out my kiss with blood across my bussin whip I take the M train home trash your basement with dirt, squish you in the dryer hole evaporate cum ubiquitous My hot linen cruises left the corner of a deli the crease of your leg lean my cigarette breath bussin fags all over this city all over this city in instants instances i be bussin lips bareback, bisquick