Putting in credit to text about lettuce
Putting in low effort, still getting it
No extra credit, I’m cretinous
Stick to the method, a methodist
Deadliest Catch, open the hatch, see what I’ve netted
Mostly crabs, a few red lobster
This room, a view a few mobsters have used
Boozing, letting loose, laces open on our boots
No ticket for the Luas but use it, real time reads due
Quiet the zoot on my boot, look down the tram for spooks
Coast is clear so we’re on the move
If they get on, we’re off; the scoop
Mad strain from Spain could train a deranged to lift trays
But makes the sane crazy, a new fusion
Not what you’re used to, careful hoofin’
Tossed dwarves at Velcro walls in Corfu
Great craic, all work no play that’s more fool you
I’m drooling, shouting for someone to give me fool juice
Howling at the moon like a lunatic
How quick it switches, smiling to giving stitches
You can almost hear a ticking
New card bought new arms
Buy a nuke if I can, do these pukes damage
Always ate the sandwich and ditched the sultanas
Said I ate both if mam asked
That raven flew from the table to the cradle where sedately stays my bust of Pallas
Leadbelly how often I’m saying sorry mama
Sorry what? Turn down the telly!
I’m sorry my drugtaking, fundraising escapades turn your legs to jelly
But I love cheese more than Wallace and Gromit
Tossing wellies how I first tested my strength
Drugs I’m abusing comes in two parts, like Use your Illusion.
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