Sudoku Brin Puzzle
Putting locks on the pussy
I whisper it my secrets
I usually get cookies from my teacher
My brain overlooking the fact that I am a creature
So I beat your fucking face in really fast and then I eat you
I'm having such delusions
I ended up with some bruises
After tryna eat the pussy inside of a PT Cruiser
I'm Brian with the limey trying hard to find some ivy
Beer and crumpets on a Friday just to stop myself from crying
And jerking off with tears is getting tiring
I'm running for supplies
Cutting onions just to keep my dick from drying
I'm not even a rapper I'm just really good at rhyming
I'm a man, I wrap my dick before I fuck a mountain lion
Needed some deodorant
I spit on my armpit
Left my hand print in the middle of a tar pit
Had to fuck your momma in the back of my grandpa's car
Shit up on your pants at the bar bitch
Oh, so you don't see how I fucking move?
I can make the legs on the wheelchair groove
And I can tape my dick to my thigh for my mood
And you don't see it now, later on you fucking do
Oh, so you don't see how I fucking move?
I can make the legs on the wheelchair groove
And I can tape my dick to my thigh for my mood
And you don't see it now, later on you fucking do
Feeling irrational
I got rashes on rashes on rashes bro
I just been bashing these hoes
And then smashing these skulls with a soap on a rope
And these mother fucking rappers want me rapping at shows?
That's a joke
You some clowns, you should see what I found
And I found out my old girlfriend was in town
So I saved up my nut for a week
When a round booty cheek touch my dong I skeet for a long time
Ain't nothing new for some trash like you
Those were her last words and you know that shit's true
Cause Joey was on the other end of the phone
With his hand on his cock fucking shooting big loads
In the science lab cutting open big toads
Afterwards, keep the skin, sew it up into a coat
Take you to the dance on a school night dinner date
Tell your daddy sorry that your mom was puking on her plate, bitch
So you don't see how I fucking move?
I can make the legs on the wheelchair groove
Oh, oh
So you, so you don't see how I fucking move?
I whisper it my secrets
I usually get cookies from my teacher
My brain overlooking the fact that I am a creature
So I beat your fucking face in really fast and then I eat you
I'm having such delusions
I ended up with some bruises
After tryna eat the pussy inside of a PT Cruiser
I'm Brian with the limey trying hard to find some ivy
Beer and crumpets on a Friday just to stop myself from crying
And jerking off with tears is getting tiring
I'm running for supplies
Cutting onions just to keep my dick from drying
I'm not even a rapper I'm just really good at rhyming
I'm a man, I wrap my dick before I fuck a mountain lion
Needed some deodorant
I spit on my armpit
Left my hand print in the middle of a tar pit
Had to fuck your momma in the back of my grandpa's car
Shit up on your pants at the bar bitch
Oh, so you don't see how I fucking move?
I can make the legs on the wheelchair groove
And I can tape my dick to my thigh for my mood
And you don't see it now, later on you fucking do
Oh, so you don't see how I fucking move?
I can make the legs on the wheelchair groove
And I can tape my dick to my thigh for my mood
And you don't see it now, later on you fucking do
Feeling irrational
I got rashes on rashes on rashes bro
I just been bashing these hoes
And then smashing these skulls with a soap on a rope
And these mother fucking rappers want me rapping at shows?
That's a joke
You some clowns, you should see what I found
And I found out my old girlfriend was in town
So I saved up my nut for a week
When a round booty cheek touch my dong I skeet for a long time
Ain't nothing new for some trash like you
Those were her last words and you know that shit's true
Cause Joey was on the other end of the phone
With his hand on his cock fucking shooting big loads
In the science lab cutting open big toads
Afterwards, keep the skin, sew it up into a coat
Take you to the dance on a school night dinner date
Tell your daddy sorry that your mom was puking on her plate, bitch
So you don't see how I fucking move?
I can make the legs on the wheelchair groove
Oh, oh
So you, so you don't see how I fucking move?
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Writer(s): Brin Boner
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