A cute little gut load of slippery carnivorous worms.
What's up little pup?
KNUP. YUP.
I met a marmot matriarch from Naples down the way
With scintillating colors, and a Kali Yoga play.
She danced the freakazoid on the pig's heads that she ate,
She wove a multi-scented rug for her happy hunting bait.
Oh, by the way Miss Mesh and Mash met those pinhead priests of Gash
Did let her marmot body thresh, like back in old school Gilgamesh.
When suddenly within the waves of undeath's squirming skinless slaves
Ol' Mr. Mashgarzanna fell - into a concrete concept hell.
I'm waltzing out of my soul - into this storm of acid rain
an absence of reality - inside my squirrely clip-art brain.
CLANG - CLANG - BANGITY - BANG !
It's how my brain pan rings and I go out of my gourd
Each time ol' Abbadon stings.
(Thwacks me with his vorpal sword!)
And though theres nothing really there I've been ripping out your silky hair:
Why not? You're dry humping old furniture in my ex-girlfriend's underwear.
Often wearing tweeker badges on my bug infested skin
I'm staring at the mirror people, (Perhaps they'll let me in...)
What happened to where I came from? Who baptized my bloodshot eyes?
Who played six and sixty six on my Jesus Christ?
CLANG - CLANG - BANGITY - BANG !
I think I'd laugh but I haven't the heart to hurt your pride as I rip you apart…
half past the hour another dead (well fed) explosive (capillary red - like a beet)
I paint my forehead black with plumes of glyphs. (Cum now...Sweets for the sweet.)
Oh, I think I really should depart
You see it's half past a monkey's benwa balls
CLANG - CLANG - BANGITY - BANG !
Yeah. Now we'll be crawlin' the walls.
KNUP. YUP.
KNUP. YUP.
KNUP. YUP.
yup yiddle pup...
KNUP. YUP.
I met a marmot matriarch from Naples down the way
With scintillating colors, and a Kali Yoga play.
She danced the freakazoid on the pig's heads that she ate,
She wove a multi-scented rug for her happy hunting bait.
Oh, by the way Miss Mesh and Mash met those pinhead priests of Gash
Did let her marmot body thresh, like back in old school Gilgamesh.
When suddenly within the waves of undeath's squirming skinless slaves
Ol' Mr. Mashgarzanna fell - into a concrete concept hell.
I'm waltzing out of my soul - into this storm of acid rain
an absence of reality - inside my squirrely clip-art brain.
CLANG - CLANG - BANGITY - BANG !
It's how my brain pan rings and I go out of my gourd
Each time ol' Abbadon stings.
(Thwacks me with his vorpal sword!)
And though theres nothing really there I've been ripping out your silky hair:
Why not? You're dry humping old furniture in my ex-girlfriend's underwear.
Often wearing tweeker badges on my bug infested skin
I'm staring at the mirror people, (Perhaps they'll let me in...)
What happened to where I came from? Who baptized my bloodshot eyes?
Who played six and sixty six on my Jesus Christ?
CLANG - CLANG - BANGITY - BANG !
I think I'd laugh but I haven't the heart to hurt your pride as I rip you apart…
half past the hour another dead (well fed) explosive (capillary red - like a beet)
I paint my forehead black with plumes of glyphs. (Cum now...Sweets for the sweet.)
Oh, I think I really should depart
You see it's half past a monkey's benwa balls
CLANG - CLANG - BANGITY - BANG !
Yeah. Now we'll be crawlin' the walls.
KNUP. YUP.
KNUP. YUP.
KNUP. YUP.
yup yiddle pup...