I think this cave is going to be my grave,
I'm scared those teeth are sharp.
My knife isn’t good, I'm a good dude,,
A sentence, in fear, I needlessly harp.
This shit is it, how I die is fit,
I walked into the cave of greed.
Fucked my ass, now bloated with gas,
From anxiety, not undigested bean or seed.
The earth will shake, when the monster is awake,
Gobble up anything he can eat.
Think about that, I'm not fat,
He'll not be happy with my meat.
Plus I need to take a shit, been holding it,
But should I shit in its mouth or in a cup?
My farts are smelly, in its belly,
I'm sure there's vomit spewing up.
