Methaneology

Lyrics

The flight attendant grounded you with a blast of the itchy tasty. Feeling fucked over? Remember that Jukebox junts always be flying. Badge after badge, come unto me with sordid spilk. Fuck your spelling bee like The Crick Methane-ology (Cum wasn’t spilt in a day and large things come in blunt force packages).

A smell took me back to when I was young. Had an aroma of bum and dung. Every breath you take. Smells like shit you make. Every brand you fake. Go drown in a lake (insert scream here).

Caught in a glitch loop of a Perm-emoji, my tooth kept hopping out of turn (The art of lubing the unwanted hole). Quite kiooch-rid and fungry, I flunked out of my onion class (no I passed, passed some gas). I crilked out having a gurney plus soirée. The queef queen of Milfengard was wearing an infested scabbard. Like a bronze shoulder she was pronounced dead and wife (ugly!).

A smell took me back to when I was young. Had an aroma of bum and dung. Every breath you take. Smells like shit you make. Every brand you fake. Go drown in a lake (insert scream here).

Lick that fresh gill between someone else’s legs. Get grinned like a snaggletooth gleaming a sparkle off of a dirty dish pan. Starvette. Corvette. Whatever, just gaslight the shit out of me! Make me feel crazy. I wanna be so confused when we make O faces together. We need things a little less rice and a little less slavey.

A smell took me back to when I was young. Had an aroma of bum and dung. Every breath you take. Smells like shit you make. Every brand you fake. Go drown in a lake (insert scream here).

Chicken ala Peen Vadge-a-reen. A word that slipped off the tongue, like a urine crystal dangling off the end of his belt. “Avahda avocado!” She whimpered as she flipped her clit like a Splenda packet weaning off WOP wipes. Congratulations, you gained skill in Tae Guk Paul’s Jock Strap. Slob that nob. Be a Monsieur-bater. Gag for air pockets and don’t forget to trap your barista.

A smell took me back to when I was young. Had an aroma of bum and dung. Every breath you take. Smells like shit you make. Every brand you fake. Go drown in a lake (no more screams).