Pasta

The pasta Mount Shasta blaster cook it again it's a disaster I'm a master make it faster like Jasper Italian black stallion a gallon of balanced talent,

Make some paste for the pasta song have a taste I'll eat this cased wasted in a flower vase don't leave a trace of this math magic lines manipulate manipulating

is awaiting for a debating talk of salt pepper populating He's sprinkling but his heart is beating loud how many cups are in an ounce and how many ounce in a pound

ask the crowd one of them needs to shout now.