Teething

A word should come from my head before it grows in size

But what breaks through me instead are all the spiders inside

I left a home down the creek for an Acadian wife

You're pretty, pretty please provide

Saddling a Trojan horse

There is no need to hide

But i still could kill you off

What a waste of my time

Hang tight but don't look up twice

It's a snake, not a snake vine

And if he gives you a bite

You're stuck with voodoo for life

Get angry, boys, all your teeth are hitting lingerie shame

You wanna sleep where I came

Saddling a Trojan horse

Shere is no need to hide

Here we are a man and a car

You turn to me we collide

Do you think i can survive?

Do you think i can survive?

Do you think that i can't, sir?