What Joy, What Joy
What joy, what joy
You in my company, the beer drinking poodle dog. Devil Snail to a tee. Drink the beer in the ground, in the sky, in the shoe factory, in the space plane, in the pencil mill is where we're at.
I wanna hear you spit your words, three hundred a minute. Faster than Run DMC, smoother than a fudge brownie. Here we go, beer drinking Devil Snail poodle on the decks. Way to go.
Now it's my turn on the mic. Get ready to rumble. Pass me a beer, Jimmy Boom Semtex is on the mic. Let's do it...
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