Checking Outa Satan Lives Motel

Buddy knew towels could dry

Or be thrown.

If you gotta alotta towels then

Home sweet home…

Buddy’s Inna ditch beggin’

Throw a dogga bone.

No one on the phone.

Light on no one home.

Dude too good at clone.

Sanity is gone.

Don’t walk on the lawn.

You now pray to Don.

Took a head shot.

Got to walk and talk.

Ringing that liberty bell.