my album's in stores, just like yours, just i don't do comercials for coors, now you gotta sell out to your whores, ten times harder to get them hard-again, PHHHT! oops i fart again, i'm like a spartigan, i mean a spartan, rip your body apart and then, sell your albums for three cents a piece, customers come back saying take these back-please that rumble in your stomach, or puke i back up and sell it as hummus, i'm the bummest, the scummest, pot-smoker, small poker, lummux, nah that's a lie and a half like a giraffe with two legs on its side in the grass.