Lyrics:
Beware of The Blob, it creeps
And leaps and glides and slides
Across the floor
Right through the door
And all around the wall
A splotch
Beware of The Blob, it creeps
And leaps and glides and slides
Across the floor
Right through the door
And all around the wall
A splotch
watch
Hopeless beliefs comes swiftly and morals splotch
Back peddling from separation, closing in oneness
Lack removals, dichotomized no. Embracing
seems bad
Turn it around
And find something good
I was painting and I made a pink splotch too big
I turned the pink splotch into a pink pig
When
are as follows
And I quote, "Stink, stank, stunk"
You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch
You're the king of sinful sots
Your heart's a dead tomato splotch
talking to SkyHigh
That tone
Watch yo tongue when we come On
UH
This That gravy train can’t be stopped
That too clean not on me a splotch (Fresh)
That
to your momma
Let her watch while I splotch on your bad karma
Shit is dangerous, I told you you couldn't bang with us,
Another day, delay the bite, the dust
I'm writing a novel. A look into
The porticoes of my mind
Try it on. An arm at a time
Just an ink splotch on a page
Pick up my pen. Write something
heard a boom, and bap, and a bang
And I heard someone saying that his girlfriend got shot
I looked around and saw a blood splotch
And the last thing that
I hate Summer
I hate her crooked teeth
I hate her 1960's haircut
I hate her knobby knees
I hate her cockroach shaped splotch on her neck
I hate
Bottom to the top, alone
Corner a black splotch, like ohh
No one is on my side
Why you psych me out all the time
Don't let 'em make a crime
Crack it
a douche
I'm a whale I'm a splotch
I'ma shark your a goof
Your a mark i'm a hoot
I'm a monster in the booth
Yeah the flames be the proof
Still gangster in
far-fetched
Ain't a long stretch; no pilates session
I stay in like splotch; y'all exit like lost treasure
Changing on me like the context
Shit ain't staged,
Spectacles testicles wallet and watch
Is that your feet are do I smell your crotch?
When I get up I leave a splotch
If that's wrong I don't want
Beware of The Blob, it creeps
And leaps and glides and slides
Across the floor
Right through the door
And all around the wall
A splotch
Are as follows and I quote, "Stink, stank, stunk"
You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch
You're the king of sinful sots
Your heart's a dead tomato splotch
My hand trembles, picking up the light brush
Staring at full bottles of paint
And the canvas left empty, untouched
No splotch of paint could be seen
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