Lyrics:

Me: Ok.

Logan (inaudibly unless every other track is muted, but the mic did pick it up for realsies): Sing your fart out.

Me: Technical difficulties were had in the middle of this and I did not make up lyrics because I didn't have time, so let's fucking go~!

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My favorite guitar was out of commission and I'm a little sleepy, but I did my best with a scattered brain and a midi template in FL Studio. Enjoy. Or don't, I dunno, I'm not a cop.

My cat is very skilled at walking on my keyboard like a dingus while I mess with various samples and audio clips I have laying around.

All along the coast of the Jersey Shore

Where the toxic waste dumps brew

There was once a baby dinosaur

Drinking waste from a worn down shoe

He was changed right then

To a hundred and ten shitzillion stories tall

So he grabbed a lighthouse between his claws

And he used it to scratch his dinosaur balls

And his name was...

Spaghettio Pastaroni

Scourge of the Jersey Shore

He came to kick some ass and eat some glass

But he's all out of ass and now he needs some more

Spaghettio Pastaroni

Terror of the deep blue sea

His giant dong is miles long

And he needs to let that shit hang free

It prints sharts and also poops and farts sometimes, just like us kind of sort of, and unlike us, it is a factory. Enjoy, I think probably maybe*[citation needed] No, yeah, I like it.

I ain't 'fraid of no ghost! I ain't 'fraid of no woods! I will fist fight the forest creatures with my bare knuckles, let's goooo!