I been toadyin’,
just can’t wait to get on to toadyin’.
I lie and grovel till my forehead’s roaded skin.
You’ll salivate when to you I’m toadyin’.

I been toadyin’,
so two-faced that it makes my head spin.
Paean-sling as I present an ass-kiss grin.
Ingratiate myself with my toadyin’.

I been toadyin’.
I pander, so gimme your votes, though I go the lie way. . .
say I’m your best friend.
I’ll kiss a baby girl, say I celebrate you’re bi/gay,

although homoin’
I actually think is a no-no sin.
I lie and grovel till my rod’as* roaded skin—
I’m so prostrate that my bod’s eroded skin.
Regurgitate some do when I’m toadyin’.

I been toadyin’.
My gambit’s to swindle for votes, so I go the lie way. . .
say I’m your best friend;
I’ll kiss a baby girl and tell you that you make my day.

It’s why I’m toadyin’—
must get on the road to do toadyin’.
To lie I love; I fake and do it all again,
prevaricatin’ when I go toadyin’.


*rodillas: knees