The trials and tribulations of one Crayola who dreams of doing nothing but leading crayons.
Sir beast combines the modern aspects of erotica, electronica, World, urban, latin, cultural, indie, acid transprogressional ska and country.
Story behind the song
Originally, the recording cut off and the last syllabe in the song was "y." So, as I went back to add an "o" to the recording to make "yo", I made the "O" too loud. The end of the song is funny.
Lyrics
Captain Commola, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck. Captain Crayola take 2 cut *beep!* Captain Crayola likes guacamola, with his damn chick suckin up on his dick. He'll be like yo, I'll be like whoa. Who the fuck are you? He'll be like: Captain Crayola, gonna fucking school ya, with my damn bat, how bout that? You'll be like "no!", and I'll be like "oh!" I'll whoop your fricking moler, cuz' I'm a baller, of the teeth, bitch don't fuck with me. Cuz I'm Captain Crayola, I do what I want. Don't fuck with me, cuz then I'll fucking hunt-- Your god damn dick, you know what I mean, I'll get a fucking stick and I'll beat it I mean. Don't fuck with me, cuz I'll cut your damn balls. Then you won't, be very talls. Cuz I'll cut off your fucking damn feet, then I'll make you eat mesquite. Then I'll light you on fire, you'll taste very good, then I'll feed you to the cannibals in the neighborhood. Then you'll be like "Oh my god! I am being eaten!" Then I'll be like "HeHeHe, don't fuck with Mrs. Deaton!" Cuz she'll yell at you, she'll call you a bitch. I do what I want, fuck the damn niche. What the fuck? Niche? That's like a habitat term. What the fuck? y-O.
