Claudy the Naughty by King_Piggins Lyrics
Inscribing the random piece of writing on this bionic electronic, kinda like describing tectonics, but I like to think of it as chronic super-sonics. Like I be crying, but I'm not lying, I can’t stand the fact that there are stats above mine, and I'm dying. Withering away at sonic speeds like I have to have a harmonic melody to help me breathe.
Just kiddin' I’m livin' like I'm given another chance to lance to the France Dance. I think I'm being to bland so I'm going home to mess with my hands while I'm breaking my sweat glands to the freakish dance. I can't flinch with me having to sit on this bench like there is a mysterious stench coming from it. It turned out to be the Grinch, Claudy the Naughty, under the bench she dug a trench to clinch my torque wrench. She literally didn't even flinch she just clenched the wrench then left when I had just moved an inch.
Just kiddin' I’m livin' like I'm given another chance to lance to the France Dance. I think I'm being to bland so I'm going home to mess with my hands while I'm breaking my sweat glands to the freakish dance. I can't flinch with me having to sit on this bench like there is a mysterious stench coming from it. It turned out to be the Grinch, Claudy the Naughty, under the bench she dug a trench to clinch my torque wrench. She literally didn't even flinch she just clenched the wrench then left when I had just moved an inch.