"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.