Pink Bat

My batteries are low Please change my Triple A batteries Peace sign, be a time Be a part of the grind And if I'm gonna say it With a hole in the bottom What I want said I really want it in line Even though, dear God She just wanna blend Be a max Take a ball of wax Off backs Until it’s comin’ from our hand Can I foresee the dimes? A cross on the ceiling There’s a boner on the horse You wish I’d ride Now I pulled into line To do-see-do Pulled by for a look For a little bit of light See the boss Cause hе’s gonna ride my mind She’s gone tonight Bе enforced with the rack Cause she’s going to dododo To the peni for the petal in the eyes That is right, Mr. Cool I don’t listen to you Motor mouth talkin’ shit When you’re livin’ up the Corpse of a body Of a simian that is dead And the crime for eternal And his soul is a hole in my mind That I leave with a fore And it’s a forehead traction Too blue, sight feel Full and a bullet for the real... She’ll get it sail Look into it Rip your mind out The big sail Rip your tail We’re drivin’ in a no wind What you find What you need... All you wanna do is shit and breed "A tea bag, ha ha ha."