The Wesley Willis Fiasco Whips the Llama's Ass

I don't know if any of you know who Wesley Willis is, but the man changed my life, and he was one of the most influential musicians and outsider artists in history.  Troubled throughout much of his adult life by schizophrenia, music and art was one of Willis' few escapes from the voices he heard, which he described as those of "demons."  His music and art brought joy to many in the world, and though he died in 2003, his legacy lives on today, in his friends and in his fans.  In honor of this great man, I've written a song in the style of some of his greatest works.  This may be a bit intense for a lot of you, but I encourage you to open your mind to this visionary form of creative work.

Taste a Hippopotamus's Ballsack

Eat a bulls asshole
Lick a shrew's nuts
Lick a horse's ass with chrushed up Doritos sprinkled around the inside
Shove your tongue down a Pikachu's bootyhole

Taste a Hippopotamus's Ballsack
Taste a Hippopotamus's Ballsack
Taste a Hippopotamus's Ballsack
Taste a Hippopotamus's Ballsack

Suck an Alaskan sled-dog's red dick
Suck a gonorrheic monkey's balls
Roofie Snarf from Thundercats and lick his sweaty asshole

Taste a Hippopotamus's Ballsack
Taste a Hippopotamus's Ballsack
Taste a Hippopotamus's Ballsack
Taste a Hippopotamus's Ballsack

[Instrumental break; car noises, a duck quacking, and lasers]

Lick my kitty's wiener!
Eat a bag of green deer shit!
Stick your tongue in a panda's prolapsed urethra!
Bite a buffalo's balls!
Fucking cunt!

Taste a Hippopotamus's Ballsack!
Taste a Hippopotamus's Ballsack!
Taste a Hippopotamus's Ballsack!
Taste a Hippopotamus's Ballsack!

Rock over London,
Rock on Chicago!
Bluth Company–
A Columbian cartel that won't kidnap and kill you!

R.I.P. Wesley Willis
May 31, 1963 – August 21, 2003