(Verse 1)
Got my hog leg loaded, standing up tall,
Pitchin' a tent like I’m ready to brawl.
My GiggleStick throbbing, locked and tight,
Ready to plow it up your Old Dirt Road tonight.
Hit your tonsils like Speedbumps without missing a beat,
While her fun bags bounce to the rhythm of heat.
Your sausage wallet clutching, wet and slick,
Your quivering mound of love pudding begging for my stick.
(Chorus)
Locked and cocked, no turning back,
Riding that road till the walls go slack.
Fun bags bouncing, jewels swinging in time,
Flooding your gates with my man gravy slime.
She won’t wipe for a week, can’t sneeze without shame,
But you know she’ll be begging to do it again.
(Verse 2)
My dangling jewels slapping your turd cutter in time,
While I drown you deep in that man gravy slime.
Please be down to gobble the goo without a care,
And maybe even gargle my tads while your there.
My hammer pounds steady as I lay down the track,
No turning back once I’m buried to the sack.
We’re bumpin' uglies like it’s life or death,
Till your gasping hard, fighting for breath.
(Chorus)
Locked and cocked, no turning back,
Riding that road till the walls go slack.
Fun bags bouncing, jewels swinging in time,
Flooding your gates with my man gravy slime.
You won’t wipe for a week, can’t sneeze without shame,
But you know you’ll be begging to do it again.
(Bridge)
The hammers of doom? They can’t even compete,
When the appendage of joy brings the heat.
From the one-person console to the peach pit’s plea,
I’m locked and cocked — just how it should be.
(Final Chorus)
Locked and cocked, no turning back,
Riding that road till the walls go slack.
Fun bags bouncing, jewels swinging in time,
Flooding your gates with my man gravy slime.
You won’t wipe for a week, can’t sneeze without shame,
But you know you’ll be begging to do it again.
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