Trip To The Smell Of Da' Bay

When you gaze into the depth of an armpit,
You know what its like to gape into the abyss.
What’s it smell like in there? (Sweet, of course.)
Why do you kneel, gazing at me like this?

Walk with me, hand in hand
Along the beach, pink sand.
I’ll take you for the trip, baby.
Mind explosion. Make a stand.
Wandering pointless where
Desire points north
Come aboard, you’re about to be lost.

Roar of the ocean, come this way.
We’re on a midnight drive, brutha’.
Hold on tight!
Recollections fog with
The Smell Of Da’ Bay!

Pull the trigger.
Fire your inner feelings,
But that target’s hard to hit, man.
I didn’t see shit.
You don’t dive? Ain’t no fun!
You’re a pussy with a gun.

Stop filling your head
With fluff, stuff and dread.
Reach that titillating point
Will bring you a long way
To finally burying your dead.

Drop your shit, come this way,
We’re on a midnight venture, baby!
Hold on tight!
Your thoughts are gonna skew with
The Smell Of Da’ Bay!

Yeah, toss your baggage, come this way,
We’re off together at midnight, honey!
Strap in tight!
Your mind’s gonna fuckin’ blow at
The Smell Of Da’ Bay!

Smell!!!

Of Da’!!!

BAY!!!

(Smell of the mutha’ fuckin’ BAY!) (Thanks to Biohazard for the inspiration for the style of the last few lines!)