I hate how you’re always formaling about with ya big yappy mouth
always at warrels with the niproff
accusing us of licksm
Always buzzed from ya cuffere
I may not have your dictine
But i’m bribly with me whimease
Thats what matters when ya winkknit
I can’t afford being rumpfled
it’d make me weribly misble.
So, go shut ya blizzarin’ fishfunk  rum ‘ole