The Crisp-Risk List (Remastered)

The Crisp-Risk List (Tongue Twister Song)
​(Fast, Rhythmic Flow)
​(Verse 1)
The first thing on the list, is this risk I can't resist.
It's crisp, it's slick, it's quick, a list of blissful twists.
I list the risk to Christ, who insists the script be missed.
He grips his wrist and whistles, a list of things we kissed.
We list the twisted crystal, the mist that makes us pissed.
A risk worth taking, listen, the bliss we can't resist.
​(Chorus - Fast and Punchy)
It's the crispest, riskiest list you've ever risked to keep.
Lisping whispers drift, as the script is quick and deep.
The list is crisp, the risk is high, the trick is not to slip.
If you list it, if you risk it, you might lose your lip!
(Lose your lip!)
​(Verse 2)
My nemesis named Lis is the one who took the list.
She's swift and slick and slicker, a trick I have dismissed.
She twists and turns the crystal, the crispest, clearest gist.
A fiscal risk she lists, with a kiss that can't be missed.
We sift through silver shillings, the chilling, killing mist.
You risk a trip, you list a ship, a list that can't be missed.
​(Chorus - Fast and Punchy)
It's the crispest, riskiest list you've ever risked to keep.
Lisping whispers drift, as the script is quick and deep.
The list is crisp, the risk is high, the trick is not to slip.
If you list it, if you risk it, you might lose your lip!
​(Bridge - Slightly Slower, but still Sharp)
Now twist your tongue and test your teeth, can you catch the little skip?
The subtle slip between the "s," the list that makes you trip.
The crisp is gone, the risk remains, a grip that starts to wear.
It's this, it's list, it's risk, it's Christ—a syllable snare!
​(Outro - Repeating and Fading Fast)
List... Risk... Crisp... Chris!
Risk the list! Crisp the risk!
Don't lisp the list, just risk it!
(Risk it! Risk it! Risk the crisp-risk list