Three, ten, 200, Z
Wouldn't that be twenty-three?
Or would it be 26?
Have you read the Inferno?
Do you know of Styx?
Well than I'm sure I'm making sense
You and I, we'll fight against time
And have a smoke
While holding a mic.
With the little red bike
Now I'm rapping
Hahahaha (last two ha's pronounced with long A's)
I'm so Dada
Has anyone else noticed the pleasantness
Of spherical objects?
We'll keep them around just in case
We want a change of pace
We have a change of heart
Now it's time for my ode to my icebox
I know I'm mimicking my friend
Well it's just because I love them
And my magical white coffin of replenishment
So please, so please, so please
Please allow me to explain my theory
The one with the jelly bean body
That there are two types of people in this world
Mouths and assholes
Mouths to eat all the shit assholes spew out
Humanity lacks ears to listen
Humanity lacks eyes, and a nose
We do have I's though
Most of all we lack hands
It's not a matter of doing things wrong
Just not doing a fucking thing at all
Idle hands lead to the genitals
And we know how much God hates that
So the assholes sit on thrones
And spew out shit for all the mouths
To gobble up.
Don't forget the broken
Watching from the outside
Because I almost did
I'm so sorry
I smell faintly