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.