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.