Diabolic Tastemaker

Tentacles are groping
 We crawled out of the sea
 Jelly stained reptile brained
 Formless and squishy
 And still we have these minds
 And that fishy kinda flux
 All unglued, loose and ballooned
 Slippery as a slug
 Like an octopussy swimmin'
 In a bath of lemonade
 Licorice gas our hearts our ass
 Breeding life
 You don't understand your minds' music
 Lacks a funky bass
 No balls, tour walls
 I got solar system space
 I got Diabolic Tastemake
 Got my source of creation
 Angle eyes to skyward
 There's a mustache comm' down
 Tongue is red givin' head
 Lickin' up the moon
 A self portrait in vomit
 I spit it in the rug
 Look inside, there you'll find
 I'm of noble blood
 Creative acts in liquid
 Smearin' doo doo on the walls
 I got spanked when I yanked Niagra Falls
 Goddesses of beauty, I worship your booty
 I crashed her gash
 I suffered in her succotash
 I got Diabolic Tastemaker
 Got my source of creation