Yeah,
I,
ate a pink chicken,
now I can't stop shitting.

My bowels are splitting,
now my skin is ripping.

Come comfort me my little kitten,
or you will get hit.

I do wish I don't get bitten.

I'm gonna try and work it out with a pencil,
let's see if I can fit in.

What on earth did I sharpen?,
I really hope I don't get harpooned.

I'm gonna green your room door,
and gouge your ass out with a spoon,
but back to the subject at hand.

Dramatical monologue.

Bricked up to the highest peak.

Any longer on the seat and my leg will start to tweak.

The night began to freak as my knob began to leak.

As it rolled down my leg, I screamed,
oh, heck,
now I became an amputee,
now I have a peg leg.

Third time this week,
things are beginning to look bleak.

I called up my man,
saw him for that sausage and leek,
like two monkeys.

Help me, help me, monkey.

I'm the shitter.

If cars had a steamroller,
then they'd be a train,
and if this was the case,
I'd be in much less pain.

I'm blowing my maiming on a fear.

I was always more of a seer.

Kinda guy.

I love Kaisernet.

That hypocritical guy.

I think he's a spy.

Not cool guy.

He smells like fries,
which makes me cries.

Besties.

I look really great in burgundy.

Ever since I went to Bulgaria.

Andy.

My favourite cheese is Wensley Tail.

Andy.

My favourite YouTuber is Sundy.

Andy.

So true, bestie.

Yeehaw.

Autobots, roll out.

Tomato, tomato, tomato.

I imagine there's no heaven.

One, two, three, and to the seven.

Tomato, tomato, tomato.

I can't count,
but I know about seven.

Jack wanna go out with seven.

But yehaw is dicking down corn dog.

I love your chicken poh.

When I look behind a woman,
I said poh.

Sometimes I can't see because the fag.

I call it the weather dog.

Tomato, tomato, tomato.

Too much anything, you've got a low taper fade.

Jack, Pomeranian's willing.

Watching the paint dry.

Probably itching his balls.

We're helping their food.

Your friend was crushed.

Gonna be a fanboy.

I ate packs of mints,
not because my breath stinks.

It's genetic.

It's because I was hungry.

Feeling energetic.

Like anti-anesthetic.

Don't worry, dog.

I'm still covered in cosmetic.

Cosmophit looking nebogat- oh.

Men and Cali moon.

I was coughing corn.

I was farting,
strawberry and mint.

I was the mint.

Let me out.

No.

No.

It's a fire in your laser.

Dead in my womb.

Help me, help me, my son.

Anyone wanna help?,
Mr.

Fickle.

Let me out.