Slimey ocean cruiser.
Oh diarrhea came shooting out you like
your lucky lotto ball.
Sharks stayed as far as the bay.
I´d just like to say shrimp paste
in your belly button for five days,
wouldn´t describe the taste of the
water after the squid fart butt lid liquid in the middle
of a school of conservative conformer fish.
Nasal raisin reason up in that cumsock.
Seafood in you afrodisiac.
And I sent squiddles the spicy soft turd from
ripe shiny squid stocks,
Break your hardshell
and eat you out on the easter of oyster plenty.
Got a swordfish for hire, use the spire
get in and rent this for hire, I know how to treat the fine sushi
with salty icky wicky seaweed.
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