Twerkins
Rep-tiles.
Fang mail.
Kilometery Cyrus
TWERQY.
Twerky! I thought of that yesterday, apologies if you've heard it a thousand times already.
They came in like a wrecking ball.
They think they are in a pickle.
Because the door was ajar!
I relish the fact that you've mustard the will to ketchup to me!