Wake up kinda h#rn# feeling like John Talley
Take a dump, look in the toilet, it’s another baby
Before I leave, blast a queef, but it comes out my #ss
Cause I’m not leaving, I don’t care if I have a sack
I tuck my junk between my legs, legs
Boys love these hairy legs, legs
My mangina makes him beg
My voice is really deep, deep
I holler at my creeps, creeps
And they all call me queefa
Chick c#ck on your block, all the men begin to flock
All day, on display, hide my dong in my boquet
Flip flop round and round, look at what you found
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Come into my car, I have plenty of beers
I got some money in my pants, come and get in my dear
You look like a tranny star, and I see you got swagger
What you packin downstairs?, Is it curved like McJagger’s
I’m thinking bout, slammin your face in meats, meats
Richin your body pee, pee
Ridin you like a donkey
No-now I could tie up your hands and feet, feet
Or watch you while you sleep, sleep
Watch you while you sleep, sleep
As I beat my meat
Chick c#ck on your block, hits the ground when I squat
All day, on display, always getting in my way
Meat spin round and round, as the party’s goin down
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
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