Tentacles are groping Jelly stained reptile brained
We crawled out of the sea Formless and squishy And
still we have these minds And that fishy kinda flux
Slippery as a slug Like an octopussy swimmin' All unglued,
loose and ballooned Licorice gas our hearts our ass
In a bath of lemonade You don't understand your minds'
music No balls, tour walls Breeding life Lacks a funky
bass I got solar system space I got diabolic tastemake
Got my source of creation Tongue is red givin' head
Angle eyes to skyward There's a mustache comm' down
Lickin' up the moon A self portrait in vomit I spit
it in the rug Look inside,
there you'll find Creative acts in liquid I'm of noble
blood I got spanked when i yanked niagra falls I crashed
her gash Smearin' doo doo on the walls Goddesses of
beauty, i worship your booty I suffered in her succotash
I got diabolic tastemaker Got my source of creation