Esseker Launch Smell Disease Lyrics


Launch Smell Disease by Esseker

There's no time for a scrum, cap'n
Hearing through magnified clit
Q the tips, be clam the wax'n
Smell the ocean through my slit

(I'm not standing for your shit no more) ain't having it

Cup your hands around my conch (sweet nothings whispered)
Tweeze away the glands my pearl (many things pictured)

Buds, buds just will not fit, vexed-face hissed
Clot, clot is what we got, flex those muscles
Keep, keep answering the phone, with brass knuckles

Wax as thick as clay, keeps the ladies away

Blood my vessel agitator
Be my flesh tone alligator
Underwater aviator
Be my ointment applicator

Phase of ornamental melt down
Sweaty head sports frown
Hometown's new mascot mer-man clown
Team jersey night gown

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