Tell Me It's Still Rotten : The Core

ARMPITS ARE HANGING, from my eeeeeye balls.

Armpits are seeping from my heeaaaaad!

COWBOY BOOTS! THAT'S RIGHT! THAT'S RI-I-IGHT!

BOOTY! CHICKEN PIPE! CRAWLING DONE THE APPLE, RIPE!


Cut off the sinister, split in half by the ministers.
Swimming, falling, pushing, walling, none of these apply.
Luke warm flip flops swinging from my tentacles.
Luxury and liberty, enjoyed in the glory of 2-ply.
Pinching and screaming, torn off by my mandibles.
Count the last grain, it's all worth the price.
But as the sky fills with rain, it's still all rice.

BACK BADA BACK BACK BACK BADA DEEEE!!

BACK BADA BACK BACK BACK BADA DEEEE!!

Loose and limber surrounded in timber.
My dog is a flapjack, he cries with a whimper.
But maybe this time he'll be the liquefied blender.


I EAT SPLENDA!!!

*dj solo*

BADACK BADADADADACK DACK DACK BADADABABA!!

Simply entertainment, but nothing else.
I'm getting all this fame with the power of elven shelfs.
I FLATTENED OUT A SECOND!
But what about a minute?
TOO DANGEROUS I RECKON!
Tape it up and pin it.
WHERE? IN A WALL?
No, on your favorite stress ball.
BACK BACK! BADA BADA DACK KEHT-SSSS.