It’s acid.
My bodies made of plastic.
My brains are gummy worms.
No dimples, I’ve got burns.
My arms are machetes.
My hair is thin spaghetti.
My eyes are peppercorns.
No nose, I’ve got a horn.
My legs are made of rubber.
I don’t speak; I utter.
My ******* are lollipops.
If your **** them they’ll come off.
My *** is a lumpy hill that shoots out swill.
My stomach, a landfill.
I’m a diseased gene spawn from a bad seed
that met with rotten egg.
I didn’t hatch; I got laid.