Promoting

Orbital motion
To form a storm in the ocean
With adorn devotion
I ring alarms to bring caution

Park at the ocean
To spark an emotion
And embark on devotion

Save a snack for later
Then attack the waiter
For the lack of tator

Fucking tater tot
I love to see the hater rot
Obey the plot
For the smokers that will prey on pot

Smell the beer
In her hair
She is aware

I made sandwiches for later
To damage the equator
And abandon every hater
I take a stand I can do greater

When I'm shaking a rhyme
Leaving the haters hate being vacant in mind

I don't hear a thing
Sincere as King
With a six pack of beer to bring

I'm sick of the silence
With skill to break up the islands
And bring a shake to ya eye lids
The flow awakened in violence