Warning Hubert Pubert

Understanding this shit is really hard,

But there’s a flock of crows in your yard

Nesting in your grass in wait

Waiting for your wetness, Ave.

 

I swear I saw a beaver swim

Right between your mother’s limbs

Don’t ask me how I know it, Joe,

But there’s a spider on your stove

And wingbats cooking in your stew

Along with alligator-shoes

 

I think we’re eating up the steak

Of a hundred million lion manes

Don’t ask me how I know, I said

Just walk backwards slowly, past your bed

 

Because there lies a tiger there

Sleeping in mom’s underwear.

 

  • I’ll yell out once
  • You pass me ice

    Hump Bump Bump shit, turn off the lights.

     

     

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