His head is rotting but his body lives on as a worthless vegetable. He like the Doja and the Cat, yeah. Iridescent space confetti. Its goin down tonight, Crunk Juice got me feelin right! We got time and you're right on that. While your ass tooted up and I eat it from the back. BOY: I hate to clean! But Ya, gonna need some fancy goggles --. Toss them into a sack. I wanna taste some smelly cheese...
I wanna try out for baseball! Don't eat the coochie) You gotta hear me tho'. But thats what I get for having Susie Q for dinner. The picture in my head is just too real. Both of them collide, expressions horrified.
Our systems have detected unusual activity from your IP address (computer network). My love for a dead fuck, I cannot control. Back That Country Thang on Me (feat. Eat, Eat, Eat, goldfish taste real good. But how do I know if I'm being really mean? Okay, he on his knees, attend the Mass. A real jacked up way to go. The sights before your eyes you can't describe. If I die then I die baby ride my face. Slice, dice, chop them haphazardly. Don't try to run away.
Like say you're having a bad day. If I gotta give you what you like. Need ah whole meal not snacks. Wow that ain't fair! I took baby monkey lift it up and I bit it. Walking down the street, the smell of death in the air. Liquid Len from Ottawa, CanadaThis was Weird Al's breakthrough where he became a household name. We'll be concise as we're ending this song: I'm sorry, Nana! Oh Yeah) - Repeat 4X. In my grasp, I'll kill you fast, I'll send your soul to hell. Festering flesh, quivering cadaver, ligaments stretched around your own neck. I want some food can almost taste it.
The dead awake, what the populace is fearing. Got p*ssy Juice Drippin Off. Getting heated, up here, cause that ass so hot, in here.