With the fud of rooty toot toot/ foot cream
Driving was his art, Chris Truth touched down to big-box-mart
discomfort was his sentence
"Triumphant" was his store entrance
And With the fud of rooty toot toot
The floor and Truth's boots were in cahoots.
(Boy how he was moving his truck driving glutes)
Truth's couldn't wait gait was as violent as a fairytale brute, but as innocent as "that motherfucker!" "That gas friendly trucker" (Lol) "cute!" "cute!"
And It was in a funny clumsy way
That Truth's heel's had something for his brain to say
"Truth your heels have to be saved!"
His Heels were itchy, The rest of his thin skin was eczema twitchy
To the pharmacy aisle he came in, and with a grinny, grin, grin, with a smile that gleamed, he bought that specific moisturizing cream.
Nerosal. For when your heels are up in flames just buy it
Now with more _____
David Ras
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