As I sit here eating this rotten banana I ask myself this question
Why aren’t I champion of the human race of overpopulation?
Because they know that my genes might ruin a pool or two
Hell even the neighbors wive wouldn’t want to share
But I don’t care, i’ll still march on with my banana
As I eat it down, and break it up with my bare hands
All mushy gushy like a kootchi on a warm sunny icbuchii
I tend to eat up like if it was a sushi stuck in a elevator
I can tell when something goes ugly pretty quick
As I tend to eat this now rotten banana
I tend to over look a few minor things like a an ox
Since i’m too stubborn to see what’s in front
I can do the milly rock until I get a shot with mescaline
And dance with my eyes closed to a sounds of death
This one banana could kill a man, i’ve tried it
But it didn’t aim to well, so I dwell in hell
I can’t tell so I dwell in hell rotten like rat
With my rotten banana that taste like death
Maybe it’s my punishment for eating Sarah’s butthole
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