Peato Pack Lack

Oookachall, crippy-crippy-crippy Lord, can I take you too a skate no date Kay?
Botta Ham! Botta Ham! Real bad, cuzz I'm off the fucking leash, and I don't feel badd. Yo, oneday-when I reach that boat, Ima crawl it up butt, and take that horn cuzz not's The Lemon, and it tastes real bad.
Boom-boom Popp, lemme' fill ya witt a fishey-fishey tale! Fill ya witt a fishey.
I don't need my face unglued, so I'll hittum' with the viper and the cords of One God and His Friend...Thankyou Levi! You really did save my life, Derek says, and Demeces Prince opens a case file investigation report on one Cain Dellbert Michael...