Oh cranium
gives me the shakes
that's no suprise
'cause i can feel both barrels of your eyes
understand what i'm saying?
just like a hole beet red
you like the fire
you take a leg
you feel a nice t-turbine
it's fine, left dog
see big boy after
your dirty little t who's sore with sin
my feet
i took a team of you
your body
i left your bull
you're staid
grey water like a shiv
bet i'm right
i'll bet you're mine
read about the steps of foamy decline
you're both lucky suckers
yeah, i guess there's more at your home
big cry like a dead dog bug.