Prepopherous (This Prepophery, I Will Not Have It)

I see faces and traces and places of home
I see power-tripping monkeys and they’re rebuilding Rome
Your words are like turds and I’m shoveling in a tornado, a sado,
can’t you get me some gin?
SkibbidibabbidibibbidibabbidibibbidibabbidibibbidiBIP! And that’s the sound the
bubbles make when you’re starting to sip, shit, I’m shitting on myself and soon
I empty my seat, in an illusion, confusion, I start moving my feet.
Extraordinary spelunking to the sound of the beat, I see a motherflippin whale
playing Ping-Pong with my meat. But you canna never kill a mentally handicapped
gorilla, but you can try, you can try, motherfucker, you can try
Prepopherous, this Prepophery, I will not have it, oh no
Prepopherous, this Prepophery, I will not have it, oh no
Oh my God, I think I’m on a ride
And oh my lord I’m like a blushing bride
And if things go wrong, I’ve got that Power Slide
Making love in the gutter, man it feels alright