What’s up nigga? How do you do?
Can you tell me what you are into?
Oh, you like to be at the helm?
Just the thought makes me overwhelmed.
Me? I love the furrowing brows,
On the faces when it’s cumming all out.
And those growning sounds and moaning sounds,
They send me into the clouds – no coming down.
So fuck it. Let’s be out this bitch before it’s six.
If we were a hetero couple, we could go get hitched.
But this is the lone star, where fears of the queers are,
Where the Bushes smoke bushes and only loving their wars.
They got no love for fags, more hated than Baghdad.
Like father like son – the dad’s the one that started this madness.
Sorry to sour the mood, been watching too much youtube.
I got the rubbers and lube, cause I’ll be the one getting screwd.
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