T-Bag Your Grandma
Come on and open this door to my life
Come on and dance this fandango of knives
Somebody told me that I was alive
But baby I've been ripped apart and eaten by mice
And so you say I'm lazy and weird
You like my smile but you don't like my beard
Somebody told you that I was a lie
But honey I'm a hobo, sporadically a Weaboo
And I just wanna go my way and go!
T-bag your grandma, you've got to T-bag your grandma
Put your balls in her mouth, put your balls in her mouth
T-bag your grandma, you've got to T-bag your grandma
Put your balls in her mouth, put your balls in her mouth
You see me riding the shit and the grit
You see me rolling, I walk when I sit
Somebody told me that I was a fool
But baby I've got gold-encrusted shit, so I'm cool
And so you say I'm lazy and weird
You like my smile but you don't like my beard
Somebody told you that I was a lie
But honey I'm a hobo, sporadically a Weaboo
And I just wanna go my way and go!
T-bag your grandma, you've got to T-bag your grandma
Put your balls in her mouth, put your balls in her mouth
T-bag your grandma, you've got to T-bag your grandma
Put your balls in her mouth, put your balls in her mouth
T-bag your grandma, you've got to T-bag your grandma
Put your balls in her mouth, put your balls in her mouth
T-bag your grandma, you've got to T-bag your grandma
Put your balls in her mouth, put your balls in her mouth
T-bag your grandma
You've got to T-bag your grandma
You've got to T-bag your grandma, T-bag your grandma
T-bag your grandma all night long!
Come on and dance this fandango of knives
Somebody told me that I was alive
But baby I've been ripped apart and eaten by mice
And so you say I'm lazy and weird
You like my smile but you don't like my beard
Somebody told you that I was a lie
But honey I'm a hobo, sporadically a Weaboo
And I just wanna go my way and go!
T-bag your grandma, you've got to T-bag your grandma
Put your balls in her mouth, put your balls in her mouth
T-bag your grandma, you've got to T-bag your grandma
Put your balls in her mouth, put your balls in her mouth
You see me riding the shit and the grit
You see me rolling, I walk when I sit
Somebody told me that I was a fool
But baby I've got gold-encrusted shit, so I'm cool
And so you say I'm lazy and weird
You like my smile but you don't like my beard
Somebody told you that I was a lie
But honey I'm a hobo, sporadically a Weaboo
And I just wanna go my way and go!
T-bag your grandma, you've got to T-bag your grandma
Put your balls in her mouth, put your balls in her mouth
T-bag your grandma, you've got to T-bag your grandma
Put your balls in her mouth, put your balls in her mouth
T-bag your grandma, you've got to T-bag your grandma
Put your balls in her mouth, put your balls in her mouth
T-bag your grandma, you've got to T-bag your grandma
Put your balls in her mouth, put your balls in her mouth
T-bag your grandma
You've got to T-bag your grandma
You've got to T-bag your grandma, T-bag your grandma
T-bag your grandma all night long!
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Writer(s): Sondre Skollevoll
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