Croak radio gives me the shakes That's no surprise 'Cause I can feel both barrels of your eyes Understand what I'm sayin', just like a hole beat red You think I'm bine You take a leg You feel a nice teen tone bime-b-b-bye Left dog See big, boy After your dirty little tee bits All in seein' my meat I took a team of you Your body For leftover, you're sane Green water like a sugarback, I bet your bine Read both bladder steps of foamy decline Limbo, lacky, s**er Yes, her limbo baba's at home And they cry like half-dead dog bug