Bloody Bodies

I love my Momma and my Grandpa
All the rest of you white folks
Can kiss my damn cock?
Don't stop, finish me up
Leave me with a cumming, bloody nub
That's enough, shut up this kid
Something like what my fourth grade teacher did
Duct taped to the desk, Kleenex in the mouth
Fuck, raped, and molested sex
Now I'm creepin' I'm a troubled fool
Fucked your bitch in the deep end of a public pool
Lick my nuts, and asshole too
I have no class, I have no school

Oh, oh, I look just like bloody bodies
Oh, ah, oh, and you're buried in the morgue
I don't care what they say about us in our graves
I don't care about that
Oh, no

I keep my dick in tip-top shape
The shape of a banana, on top of two grapes
Ain't it great? The scale gone' break
When my heavy dick, be gainin' weight
I'm like a dyke when I enter your river
I mean your liver, my dick's wood like timber
Somebody sound the alarm please
'Cause the Walmart parking lot is harming your Mom's knees,
I'm a animal, Hannah Montanimal,
Eatin' girls out, to survive like a cannibal
Lookin' hella gold, in the tanning room
You better let me go, I'ma tell on you

Oh, wee, oh, I look just like bloody bodies
Oh, ah, oh, and you're buried in the morgue
I don't care what they say about us in our graves
I don't care about that
Oh, no

Rhythm and blues
I piss when I poo
She kissed seven dudes
On a Caribbean cruise
It's really rude
My feelings are bruised
What the hell am I supposed to do?

Oh, oh, oh, I look just like bloody bodies
Woah-oh, and you're buried in the morgue
I don't care what they say about us in our graves
I don't care about that



Credits
Writer(s): Marc Moceri
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