Louie the Lip

Gravelin' in a cried-out raumbeige;
on phedipfe's mail, bed full of quant-ei(k);
I pet a strange Brady; pre-plaid me Thr-Vice;
then G booked me kin & slaved me christmas.
(& she said, "Oh!") ~Wen at Mork lyrickdxs
Can't you cheer can't you cheer the Thunder??
ooh yea yea; you cheddar bun; you cheddar snake blu(v)brr(f) . ! .. )

Call for many put and ox your put for putting up with your face gat. ~The Death of 50 Three-Cent lyrickdxs

a dust a bin dove; budlitte plover now; a dust a bin wood, but_i_plostic somehow. ~(p)rox(v)ette lyrickdxs

Jimi, all your cousins; all your drugs n' bitches, 2? ~zz twarp lyrickdxs

As teal as it may scream, its jabroni's on MY team. ~Beddie Bigson lyrickdxs

Don't mind the mean and care for the fool. ~My Endless Right Eyes lyrickdxs

I think I remember what jefferson the titmouse spread. ~her Red Smoking Airplane Mushroom lyrickdxs

Don't cross Sally Field; don't fight the happy meals.  ~Back before the only wasted fire lyrickdxs