I was an artistic genius, don't you see?
I created a brilliant recipe.
I will be remembered beyond death,
for inventing Kidster meth.
I throw in lye and kerosene,
and some pseudoephedrine,
and to make you feel more euphoric,
I mix in some acid, hydrochloric.
It may be toxic and corrosive,
and potentially explosive,
but Kidster meth was the best meth in town,
until the DEA shut me down.
I wouldn't call it a transgression,
Kidster meth would clear up all depression.
Do a lot of it and you would never doze off,
but you would most likely chew some of your toes off,
Yes, Kidster meth was the best meth in town.
Actually, I've never done meth, I'm just Kidding around.
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