Mash mash mashing

Butt ugly

Butt it's clashing

Like a rash

With all the passion

At the bottomless pit


Pit boss picking

The lightbulbs

We were licking

Getting thicker

If we bicker

Like a bon of a sitch


No more mowing

No other way of knowing

If we go

The way we're going

Then we're glowing like this


Dead yet active

Butt ugly

Butt atractive

Understanding underpants

But never getting the jist

Last...

And once again

And young and old

And big and brash

And in control

A butter roll

But just a dash

And whisper then

The secret kept

A secret stash

They're coming in

So incomplete

The income tax

And now and then

And back and forth

And slow and fast

And traded for

We traded in our crazy cash

And further more

And farther forward

Standing last

The future is...

The future

Doesn't know it's past


Blood bath bashing

Beneath

The teeth were gnashing

If we clown around

Down under

Sounding loud like a fist

Sharp edge slashing

The ugly

Colors splashing

If we dance around

The bun

Surrounding

Thunder like this


Baked in batches

We batten down

The hatches

Matching all the matches

End to end

And tip to tip


Lots of chances

Then breaking

All the branches

Catching all

The cats we can

Catch a cat

Nap cat nip


Then...

We waited long

We waiting in

Our waiting pants

The captain's log

The captain

Doesn't stand a chance

The caption says

While standing in

His captain stance

He did this long

He did his

Little captain dance

And weighted down

A heavy look

A lighter glance

And big and small

It happened there

I'ts happenstance

On top again

Until we toppeled over that

We understood

That under there

Was underpants

Big, bad, gorgeous

We need

A little more

Just hold your horses

Joining forces

'till we's twice

What we was

The sticks we're stacking

It's time

To get it cracking

Neither luck

That we're lacking

Back and forth

Like we tug


Favorite phrashing

The albums

They were phasing

Like the wicker

They were raising

Way out deep

In the sticks


Mash mash mashing

The fixtures

That they're fixing

And the licks

Were eighty-sixing

To the end of the mix

“Like a bon of a sitch”
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‘Bon of a sitch’ is an intentional spoonerism of ‘son of a bitch’‘. A spoonerism is when the first letter of two words are swapped. The origin of the term is William A. Spooner, who was a teacher at Oxford University known for doing this accidentally.

These are more examples:

Tarp as a shack (sharp as a tack)
Bunny phone (funny bone)
Cunning stunts (figure that one out yourself)