Drubble four you soon knee be,
Linking triangle grinder shover see,
Shrivel up your little aggregates,
Im sifting through them wide awake.
Bake my cake and candles great,
Shredding cheeses sticks on stake,
Head first this time into my minds,
Curtain coke plain my shotgun frame.
Lore of things yet I clip the wings,
See what my men card ace can bring,
Extra fun for the pokies much,
Moneys irrelevant, broke legs crutch.
Swing my fingers out to crum,
But my cigar out in your face of none.
Maybe I’ll push it until garbage come,
I got no singles and know number one.
Top chart smash rap excel of a eights,
Levitating head boy head trip X-ray 8.
Dishing soup can broom on wakes,
Sea salt burner twist pepper shakes,
Season all for my my might brawls,
Pelican pub boy or flamingos crawls.
Pinch the shell or the ghost from hell,
What can you smell, is it fear, as well?
I got the sugar and the drink to match,
Flicking your acetates mash to breaks
Cripple your legwork and broken neck
Pick you up again, and poke, you heck!
Before this was, what of it is all is,
Listing a side link and ride the fist.
So watch yourself and you hands of to
Come too close, and it is overs the two
Candlesticks, and your ancient tricks,
Moon jump over, and jack of backflips.