Testicles Tingle

Im ducking no looney.

All looney are welcome.

Testicle tingle.

I'm going pop like Pringles.

Single and ready to mingle.

Django's Jingles in a dystopian

Weinersnitzels eating crinkle-cut fries

Reading a kindle Speaking bilingual.

Now that the people commingled

America's a figment of evil.

Chip chip cheerio on an Ohio highway.

Singing Frank Sinatra's I did it my way.

I believed in televiv.

Now the wars are in Kyiv?

And Putin's is puto who's cold like Pluto.

I'm going to Mexico eating menudo

With the little homie Robinson crusoe.

His mom is the bomb on ugly bitches dot com.

You got 2 gigabytes of ram and your searching the nation of Islam, nuclear bombs, pics of Obama's wife at the prom.

What's really going on, Little John?

That means you're a toilet.

You get shifted on.

You, you get a bag of gongs.

So you can bang on em when your dad is gone.

Flown half way around the coop.

So I can sing the saddest songs.

You got a knife? I got a knife, dude.

Bling Bling's crack pipe broken in two.

I'm

Everytime I come to this park you show up with a little league team rocking Bass Pro Shop hats and fucking flannels.

You sit there in your Big Five foldable chair whlie your children run drills with Dad.

Middle class America isn't ready for the skills I have.

Your fanny packs are not full of snacks. They are full of fat boy rhetorical appeals.

If it's historical and real it appeals to more than the genteel glockenspiel.

I write esoteric golden bills. I can't stop moving like classic photo reels.

I give myself the chills everytime I drink and drive along the blinding hills.

I'm inside a timeless will that recreates itself after I am killed.

I'm alive and willed. For times are ill, and the sky is filled with rorschach clouds of chills.

I've read all of Ptolemy's astronomy, and the moon turns blue for me too.

It's a powerful message where the owls teach superstitious lessons.

And a golden eagle soars over the river bed.

God lives in the head. But if Christ could fly then I know it could happen again.

No cappin', my friend.

I'm as real as Israel.

We taking over the whole God damned earth. Canada too. We all knew exactly what Tom Green came to do. He's fingerings dudes, he's illiterate too, Tom Green killed his parents and it's all over the tube. Boobs.