Sewer 'Gator H8r

seven hundred pound o' green mean gristle,
swimmin' downtown underground,
smashin' through metal like a crocodile missile,
- "We gotta another 'gator inbound!"

amour plated scale tail swishin' behind,
razor grater teeth in the front,
fleeing rats scatter,
in the fight or flight matter,
of a sewer-gator out on the hunt.

See ya' l8r sewer-gator,
run a mile crocodile...
exploding in the night,
like sh*t pipe dynamite.
C'mon 'gator gimme a smile.

they hatch 'em in condos up by the park,
flush 'em when they start to get big,
down in the sewer they survive in the dark,
eating like a sabre tooth pig.

city puts a bounty on each one's head,
way to make a couple o' grand,
alive if ya' gotta but preferably dead,
why don'tcha come gimme a hand?

See ya' l8r sewer-gator,
run a mile crocodile...
exploding in the night,
like sh*t pipe dynamite.
C'mon 'gator give us a smile.

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