Solar Plexus Tear Up

Good evening,

I'm negative inner talking

I thwart you at the outset

I like to talk the loudest

I've got a lot of lip

I give you so much stick

I'm gonna sink your ship

The words "RIP"

Won't be writ

On your gravestone

I'm gonna drone

On in you, forever!

 

Well, Mister

Not for much longer

I know an anaconda

Who can squeeze ya

Until your out of breath

You're staring death

In the face

You're gonna get waste-

-d!

Then you'll be devoured

Melted down for hours

In the stomach juices

That serpent is ruthless!