Pearl Bomb

Croak radio gives me the shakes. That's no surprise Cause I can feel both barrels of your eyes. Understand what I'm saying just like a hole beat red. You think I'm bine. You take a leg. You feel a nice teen tone bime-b-b-bye. Left dog. See big, boy, after Your dirty little tee bits all in seeing my meat. I took a team of you. Your bo-dy. For left-ov-er your sane. Green water like a sugar back I bet your bine. Read both bladder steps of foamy decline. Limbo. Lacky. Sucker. Yes her limbo baba's at home And they cry like half-dead dog bug.