peter piper picked a peck of peckled peppers, running his mouth till he was full of it running like a ninja down the road cutting and sharpening his blade to the throat balling up to those hoes, tied the laces of there lies falling for no traps he had to think stopped for his breath he needed a mint fuzzy wuzzy was a bear fuzzy wuzzy had no hair, spanked that bitch till she was bare, now he tired as fuck, nevermind he gon to hell. mm she sells seashells by the seashore, she didn't care for the nigga who came back for more. sooner she got rich of them shells, she goes everyday to selk yugh