Circus Of Dead Squirrels - Hell's Kitchen lyrics

Bathing in flames The stink of burning flesh I sh** my trousers what did you expect AHershey's stream of pain peanuts and corn galore Mr. Peanut Orville Redenbacher have declared a war Ernie Keebler s**s the E.L. Fudge from my a**hole Dips Dunkaroos into the sludge Pillsbury Doughboy sits between my cinnabuns He pokes and prods and waits for Nestle Quick to come Snap crackle pop inside my pants I feel my Grapenuts start to do a little dance Then I hear the words of my fate Tony the Tiger screaming "They're great" Silly rabbit Trix are for kids Now I'm being punished for being so selfish If I could start again I would eat my Wheaties like Michael Jordan There's a fantasy inside my a** Familiar characters from my childhood past This is not a bad acid trip this is Hell's kitchen La puta de Chiquita Banana corta su cabeza The Chiquita banana b**h chops off your head It's crazy it's bad it's not good The Twinkie cowboy steals the cream filling from my co*k The Jolly Green Giant smashes my balls like two peas in a pod Oscar Mayer makes a bologna sandwich from the shriveled remains And feeds it to the Devil Dogs Charlie the Tuna with his Starkist tuna lid Goes to cut my a** cheek gets the taint of my balls instead The Hamburger Helper glove tugs and rips off my co*k Puts it in a box of Fruity Pebbles now a prize in Bedrock Aunt Jemima pone siropa caliente encima de su bolso de bolas Aunt Jemima puts hot syrup on your ball bag I'm sh**ting a rainbow of color La cocina del Diablo Necesito un Pudding Pop en el culo Viva por Telemundo Necesito un Slush Puppy en los testiculos.