Nola was smothered in deluge, so you left for Baton Rouge And met a fattened cooze with wack tattoos in a chat for scat and spooge. She does squats below the bucket and sniffed snow with a fifth, though before you fucked it with your big toe. She has a rubber rump and dumped a ton of chumps who wine and dine her swine behind with feasts at Bubba Gump’s Her sore clit smells like raw shit stirred with rotten crawfish She’s seen more dicks than a urologist at Fort Dix