You're in love, holy molar by Holy Molar
It's a strip Mall Makeover. Strip on screen with such clarity, where eagles dare get shaved bald. Clear as crystal meth. It's a real cool lash-out, tongue twist and turn of the screw up asses after the oral exam, a passing of words, a chance encounter of tissue fibers, a connection of strands: Girlfriends! Yodel in the valley and suffocate jack tripper right outta the sack. A decayed tooth breaks open and smells like a turd. I'm gonna birthday bash your brains, c'mon, let's go get extinct.