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 shig

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.