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