Weird Nothing
Getting flogged
I'm a dog, I'm a dog
Lift a log
Like a frog, like a frog
Getting flogged
I'm a dog, I'm a dog
Lift a log
Like a frog, like a frog
Blood summon like Jiraiya
Good fun I might, duh
Come get a runup
Just kidding I be done up
Running and gunning call me Quote
Polar star like in da Northpole
Playing DOOM switch on God mode
Feeling Klassy, melones in the glassy
Getting nasty, let the autos pass me
Demoscene, play like Great Gatsby
She ain't pure she prurient
Unzip my pants she get buried in it
Itadakimasu she go
When she give me fellatio
That ass and I come to blows
Then I make it slap to 4/4
Top Hooker, we be grappling
Raytrace, all the ops we be lasering
Virtuoso when I give the fingering
Eruption coming from my dingaling
Why is everything so dumb
I laid words out on my tongue
To lord over demons, spitting dung
A rot like mistrust couldn't expunge
Fun to throw mung at the pot and thought
What forces undertow the roil
To keep speaking until the vomit forms
To keep tossing and turning under the heavy
Until you feel light, or lose sight
And the still kept up its teeming
And the empty foaming since forever
Endeavor to put into being, anything
I'm a dog, I'm a dog
Lift a log
Like a frog, like a frog
Getting flogged
I'm a dog, I'm a dog
Lift a log
Like a frog, like a frog
Blood summon like Jiraiya
Good fun I might, duh
Come get a runup
Just kidding I be done up
Running and gunning call me Quote
Polar star like in da Northpole
Playing DOOM switch on God mode
Feeling Klassy, melones in the glassy
Getting nasty, let the autos pass me
Demoscene, play like Great Gatsby
She ain't pure she prurient
Unzip my pants she get buried in it
Itadakimasu she go
When she give me fellatio
That ass and I come to blows
Then I make it slap to 4/4
Top Hooker, we be grappling
Raytrace, all the ops we be lasering
Virtuoso when I give the fingering
Eruption coming from my dingaling
Why is everything so dumb
I laid words out on my tongue
To lord over demons, spitting dung
A rot like mistrust couldn't expunge
Fun to throw mung at the pot and thought
What forces undertow the roil
To keep speaking until the vomit forms
To keep tossing and turning under the heavy
Until you feel light, or lose sight
And the still kept up its teeming
And the empty foaming since forever
Endeavor to put into being, anything
Credits
Writer(s): Alan Lu
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