Paul Blart: Mall Cop 3

This is my art this is the start of the song, theres something wrong with my heart, i did a fart on the poem, slurry on seeds in the farm, i call it a shart call up the sharks, fins and harps wail on the shark tale, in the shark tank, colour me dark, colon close up a mall paul blart dart last, heartless in the shop, mauled cop taken apart, faking his yard with astroturf, eating bacon and marm alade, a blade attached to his arm, apache pizza alarm domino effect, projected harm. parma ham on the dinner plate on a dinner date with madame, marmaduke lookin wagon utterly charmed by the king, the cop, the dragon, pall blart's on it again, like donkey kong hes lost his bonnet again he knows hes wrong r.i.p every other song paul blarts killin jt blood hes spillin it smith, hes willin it if theres a hole, his willys in it hes cold, he's icicillin it