Turd

Rubber dingy Rapids, got my head feeling rancid, belated belly bellows on my home made Dance Lid. Dancing on the Trash can, using all my moves, cant get enough of this, cant feel my grooves, belated belly bellows beautifully tonight, oh sweet baby, i think i need a shite. Ive danced all night ive danced all day, by this late hour im feeling grey, but not in stature and not in stance, for i feel grey in my pants. Ive shat again, but old, not new, for this shit happened long ago, before a time of me and you, a metaphorical shit, resembling a space and time, a metaphorical hint to my rhythm and rhyme. Bitches Tripped, and Bitches Trapped, But I'm afraid, These Bitches never Rapped, I Am the mighty fearsome riddler, placing bids on the highest fiddler, to find my Fiddle playing rabbit from down south, he plays the fiddle, with his fuckin mouth, So let this be a tale, both told and heard, for this is the grace of the fearful turd. running up , up, up or down that leg, the day might worsen, its not over yet, placing bets on this smelly disaster, who will break first , me or the pastor? locked eye to eye ass i confess my sins, he cant run away because we are locked in! he played his last string and renounced me from evil, let out some gas and was released of the demon. My bellated bellowing belly, destroyed Beelzebub, beautifully crafted by the iridescent tub, carved by gods, sewn by angels, this is the tale of the shit named Robin, was second to the best but he was never stoppin, a metephor ical shit, about taking your time, a metephorical hint to my rhythm and rhyme. For if you take your time, and focus, real hard. go through the steps, although slipperey like lard. you'll find that anything can be done, if thought true. like the shit on the leg of the pastor, father lu. ooooooooooooooooo Oceans, waves and crashing dismay, battling the cats with special manta ray, thriving, trying and most importantly not dying, the battle goes on but a problem, underlying. Jupiter is closer now, by about a mili metre, scaring me with its massive gravitation fear, will i be sucked up onto jupiter, I DO NOT KNOW, but take me to dinner firset you nasty hoe! For if you take your time, and focus, real hard. go through the steps, although slipperey like lard. you'll find that anything can be done, if thought true. like the shit on the leg of the pastor, father lu. ooooooooooooooooo Oceans, waves and crashing dismay, battling the cats with special manta ray, thriving, trying and most importantly not dying, the battle goes on but a problem, underlying. Jupiter is closer now, by about a mili metre, scaring me with its massive gravitation fear, will i be sucked up onto jupiter, I DO NOT KNOW, but take me to dinner firset you nasty hoe! Verse 1 Sunshine breaking through the morning haze, Blue skies got me in a daze, Sipping lemonade by the lakeside, Feeling groovy with the summertime vibe. Chorus Hey-oh, let the good times roll, Dancing shoes, lose control. Sweet as honey, feel the flow, Underneath the cotton candy glow. Verse 2 Whistle while the robins sing, Every day's a brand new beginning. Sprinkles of joy in every step, Life’s a breeze, just take a breath. Chorus Hey-oh, let the good times roll, Dancing shoes, lose control. Sweet as honey, feel the flow, Underneath the cotton candy glow. Bridge Up, up in the carousel, Twirling 'round the wishing well. Laughter ringing, echo spells, Magic moments, hear the bells. Verse 2 Whistle while the robins sing, Every day's a brand new beginning. Sprinkles of joy in every step, Life’s a breeze, just take a breath. Chorus Hey-oh, let the good times roll, Dancing shoes, lose control. Sweet as honey, feel the flow, Underneath the cotton candy glow. Bridge Up, up in the carousel, Twirling 'round the wishing well. Laughter ringing, echo spells, Magic moments, hear the bells.