Psycho Paradise

Lyrics

Peepee poopoo Sometimes I just can’t help but slap a dolphin and chuck little children off of decks, I will let you believe your lies, Lies are the key to happiness. No way! I beeping love French ice cream! Thank you for offering that to me you dream! You dirty dog, You sly seal! I fart and I own a glockenspiel (wee woo!), blup blup blup when I sit down, blup blup blup when I stand up. Blup blup blup all over town! I look like a bus because I be bussin. I jump around with my zippers bustin, I can’t help but smile when my cheesecake slides out of my mouth, like an old man’s sound. This old man’s crown is stuck with the color brown num num nummmmm. Then I see my fat friend Freon jumping with his big old wedgie, stuck because he had no veggie, now he be going to dennys, to give himself diabetes. I'm gonna kill you little poopy, you sussy bucker, sussy bucker, sussyyyy buuuuuckkkeerrrrrrr. You you you you ok ok ok ok g-g-g-g-glitch malfunnnnnnction… SIKE!!!! You thought I was gone huh! You suspect butt hole! Manuscript Manuscript is an online, Lakisha’s husband is trimming the hedges again, grab ya shotgun Arnie! Fortnite battle bus boy 2000 swishes it from three point line. OH NO, PLEASE TELL ME I DIDNT SAY THAT NAME OUT LOUD! I summoned him from the sewer. Basically, his name is alligator Joel, and every time you say his name, he eats one donut. Alligator Joe, Alligator Joe blup blup blup blup blup blup blup blup blup blup blup blup blup blup blup blup bluppppppp! Slap slap slap, a jiggle jiggle jiggle, and a itty bitty wiggle! Now I’m a slap your butt and I’m a give you an enema, All my homies call me bruh. Grandmas got a gun now you better run before them bullets bite your bum, now ima hit you like a drum, with this rap, which I’m gonna slap. I’m 37 years old, I still live in my mom’s basement, and I don’t pay my freaking rent. I’m 40% gangster. I have a 3 point Negative 5 GPA, I failed my geometry, dynamics and physics. Panic czjsosbwidgapb b saw h see you so i see i if aaaaauuuauauauagggghhhhhhhh (raaaahhhhhh) ah ah ah aah aah aah aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh——————-ooh, ouch, frick! Pepper my pickles, peeping Perry! She sells seashells by the seashore,
And the shells she sells are surely seashells.
So if she sells shells on the seashore,
I’m sure she sells seashore shells. I wanna climb a tree and choke slam a bee. Bro looks like a John cena from Walmart, bro speaks in Egyptian. Bro is stuck in 20 sixteen! My cat frank sinatra’s funeral unfortunately got canceled because I created a sinkhole with my round weight. Why aren’t you more like your cousin Jude? Ahhhhh windmill 360 elbow slam dunk on John cena!