first you gimme piece then you gimme shelter in my shitstained banana taskforce gorilla. did i ever call you by your name or were you just my insane airplane in the spaceways making spaceface on my trace of trays? oh yeeeeeah that was you on the prick dick slurping creme clean off that white bite brightly starlight in the don't you laugh't mister! mister master, faster fister, fister, fister, fist her, fist her. she said there was no place like home but then I showed her the inside of my nose, I don't think she controls her remote anymore har har har. did i mention i squeeze elephants? their bulimic tinderwillicking is a flopshop of horror, but you know i didn't decide who to decode if i was fucking that fuckhole with my diabolic faster further longer father figure role model in my grape flavored orange juice. don't laugh if you yourself aren't the farthest thing you've ever thrown. listen:

i don't dictate the dictators,

but the taters do dick me.

it's my favorite kind of rhyme

because it's razz-bare-ree

so when you're sloppin your pop shop through your urethratic phallic pal remember to remodel your fellow follow and keep your drips on the tip of your pit, put it in the pick of you stick lick and trick it to get sick rickshaw gerrymander philanderer

oh but before i forget and the point of all this