Featuring illegal sidechaining, relaxing samples, and a whole host of crap i threw together and called music. Have fun!

The original theme didn't have any punctuation - this is my interpretation -.-

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(Intro) Hear me, hear me! The princess has been abducted by the evil toddler.
Your king commands all moths to poison the toddler, and rescue the princess!


(Outro) Hear me, hear me! The princess is saved, and the moths shall marry here, once she comes of age.

Warehouse parties AIDS and artyest are soon cannibalizing everyone..

We threw a party in a warehouse full of broken needles

The AIDS is coursing through our veins like a rocket ship

The AIDS is replicating doubling and tripling

The bodycount is ticking up and overcrowded

They rip away

Human flesh

into their mouths

They gnaw on bones

They slurp us up

We're dying

We are the fuel

of cannibals

and artyest

This is the end

of everything

it's artyest

Remain indoors for all the good that it will do you

The AIDs is swarming through our planet like a species

The AIDS is coming for the women and the children

The bodycount for guys like us will neer be enough

Butter tastes better on testicles and letter I used to think I Could rely on Any butter For any purpose Then I realized There was salted Youd like to think its all butter but theres so many choices oh no! Dont try to get me to buy it with all that bread I dont want cultured or compound or grass fed I might just have to accept that whats less is best Whats less is best Whats less is best I cant believe it isnt butter, I wouldnt even let you rub this on my skin. I guess if I was being honest, i would tell you to never bring it in. Cause I know, that butter, is better, on testicles. I never wanted to believe it but butter is better on letter after all