In the land of no returns,
there was a guy named Potasmic.
He made killer basses, just to kill those zombies.
The next day when he walks out the street,
he say a big pink monster,
it says to him: "I am the reverb,
and I need your bass for some love".
It's just another lazy Saturday,
I am sitting here eating durian ice cream.
But when I'm bored I go on Audiotool,
I guess I'll just modulate this bass now.
Oh my god I should really stop eating this ice cream.
I think I'm getting diarrhea or diabetes soon.
What the f*ck am I even saying into this microphone?
This ice cream is really good.