The Hula Hooper's Taunt

I’mma a two-ton spiker hips fast rondeau
N’ere more, nay sayer feel this orbit rattle

Wipe that prattle that spittle crass pupa
Gupta away you ma’ man,

where you revolving solving
spin shorty shark satellitic fever

Leer not, lyre I spiral atom pattern
Faster than you say my turn.