Lyrics

My sweet mom made me get My two fingers put back on My dad's allowing that Pussing out 'cause he's a little bit afraid of her And I don't wanna have a monster hand But he's got a point about the people who are following me And with my fake names on the radar I still have a middle finger But I know I'm gonna have Additional jellyfish trouble I gotta start working on a nursery rhyme Center my focus so I don't disclose Classified information under anesthetic It's a technique we use But I'm probably not gonna be any good at it 'cause I'm exhausted Little Jack Horner sat in the corner And a spider diddled something with his thumb And all the mother fuckers couldn't put him back together Think the dish did something with the spoon With a moo moo here, knick knack paddy whack If a woodchuck could chuck some fuckin' wood Hickory dickory, diddle diddle Bah bah monkey, black sheep in the middle Old Macdonald had a farm And he fucked up his farmer head Cracked his shell... What the hell? I don't know... What? Hmmmmmm..... Whaaaat? Fuuuuuuuck