murder on his dick

Pancho
Alright you boys ready?
Alright, yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh
Check check check (murder on his dick?)
Da j boiz (turn it down a little bit, yeah yeahhh)
It's a murder in his bedroom
And I'm tryna suck his dick
Baby, gonna fuck me in the ass right now
It's JD on the beat and I'm suckin' on his meat
Uh huh, uh huh
I'm bout to bust
And so and so I'm bout to bout to bout to bust
Inside his butt (you're up jack)

Yeah, hey
Bussin in his butt
And I'm all on the bed gettin fucked
And I'm all on the bed suckin nut
And I'm all on the bed, got the dick in my butt
Man that shit dumb (uh)
Got a- got a shit in my bum
Uh, fuckin his thumb (uh)
Suckin my thumb (it's paused, it's paused, it's paused)
It's okay we'll keep going, fuck it
Googoo gaga, uh
Choochoo chacha
Soosoo sasa (put it back on-)
Armaan and safa (-for Daniel's part, what the fuck?)
Goin hard
I'm a retard
Whole gang full of retards
I'm a drug addict
Fentanyl's in my backpack
I hope I don't get searched by the principal
Cuz there's fentanyl in my backpack
Yeah, black tar, black tar, guitar, ahhh yeah
Sixty five miles an hour but we're going thirty five
Yeah, slow as fuck
Okay, Daniel, take it away

Hey, hey, get a little serious here
Serious here, oh shit (keep going)
(Keep going, keep going) wait
What, yeah
JD and Jay Irvine
Yeah, lookin at a shorty that's so fine
Yeah, but she got a little no high, yuh
Gettin real real high, yuh
Drivin up to DC
Yeah you know us (make it gay)
What? Yuh
Make it gay?
Yuh, bass droppin, beat poppin
Everybody know it's us ain't stoppin
What, aye, drivin up the district
Everybody know it's gon be (MAKE IT GAY)
Okay, getting gay, real homo- homophobic
(Alright, okay sorry)

Uh huh, yeah
If you think you're gettin away, I'm gonna fuck your butt
I'll take you all the way and just read you smut
We'll get all furry shit, yeah

Yeah, uh, drivin in the district
And I'm suckin on big dicks
And I'm suckin on small dicks
And I'm playin lots of Fall Guys (uh)
I really like tall guys
Uh, and I really like gay guys
Big hands on my balls
Tickle me on the wall
And he's boutta fall

Yo, trance pants, it really don't matter
Gotta be me, you gon be in my bladder what
Aye, got a big big dick
Wait no I don't but
Hold up, gotta, um
Gotta stop on the beat
Gotta feel the meat in it
Uh, yeah, suck that meat what

What, yeah
If he thinks he's gettin away, I'm gonna fuck his butt
I'll take you all the way, this is the fuckin chorus
Don't judge me I'm gonna be gay
It's a murder in his bedroom, Saltburn
And I'm bout to suck cum
Out of the fuckin bath tu- huh- huh hub
It's a murder in his bedroom
I'm fuckin Sabrina Carpenter's boyfriend, yeah
Barry Keoghan fuck me please
Uh, yeah, uh huh



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Writer(s): Bustin Cuntovan, Gay Irvine, Danish Derricum
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