Letras
That walk when i step in
That hobble that limp that lob foot in
That's anything short of me trots timid
Left, right, caught in me drool like slops tipping off me
I promise I'm straight as the edge cane-ed
Big reap, cut of the crops it's quite famous
Still they wont stop him none
Long johns, spread of his jot is quite awesome son
It's two yards on
He flock trails so often the wait of the wings lost from it
Big dawg chomping, the splinter from bones flossing him
Ring ring, dinner for four my paws armed in it
Fork knife, split of the flesh i rip off it quick
Candle lit premise, the scene of it's quite calming it's
Not really where I'm meant at
Pack bags slip of the penny, my pants dropping still
Tip toe off in the mist of the night cost a bill.
Clip. clip. carded the steam on the tracks jar my fill
Chuga! Chuga! I restart my quill and trace footing
Put it in pads, know that them tales i write to em'
Are laced wrapped in leather, I'm bound and packed to it
The tree sapped cheddar is all book and still they don't read it
See that path of the nomad is no good neither
That ain't ever gonna please em', kick back recede in the pond of the mouth breathers i won't