That Sounds Like A Pony Testo

Seven upstairs brothels
With placards on the mantlels
And ten fish flavored samples
With candles in the back

He was a well-dressed suitor
He had bad breath and cander
I think they would have liked him
But he got killed by his manager
Fuzzy and cuddly he's fozzo the rabbit
He drinks from the nozzle and stinks like a ferret
They bought him a temple with children to play with
Now he sells his skunk blood and talks like a plaintiff

Hello to my red uncles you are my favorite comies
I'll meets you at sao anthonys and then go to pilates
Warship, the swordsmen, the multi-tasking mormons
That breathe up in the shit house when you wrap them in contortions

God is immodest
Top twenty-seven hottest
With forty-nine heads in your beds
And yet I'm still your fondest

Take me through the mandibles of PCP and vanderbilts
Where PG rated cannibals will share their thoughts on animals
And peanut-butter sandwiches will flood the hole that vanishes with sights on race that vanishes
But that sounds like a pony