He just cooks pasta
Always faster
He smokes with his father
Makes good carbonara
His cocks too long
To fit in this song
He shaves his legs
And always thinks about sex
His hands have blisters
Dont trust him with your sisters
He talks baloni
And eats rigatoni
His names on his sticks
Hes got smelly armpits
And when he plays his drums it sounds like this
BUMP!!
Muscle and tissue twined with every violent bump
Bumpered by an unrelenting bump
Ibumpilized by the increasing bumps,
the procreating agonies of system bumpdown
Wounds bumped a bloodstained bump
Distinct bumps of violence
Skinbumpments under nails
And a Bump forsaken fate
No bumpy water can bump him now
A false bump a deceiving smile
Arms open-here's bump to find
A man of Bump a bumptation too big
Bumpgivable sin