Spread em

I’ve got two friends,

both of which are gay.

When they stare at my ass,

I know it’s time to play.

Kyle grabs one cheek,

Bruce grabs the other.

They spread em like jam,

and fill me with their butter.

Pound my cheeks!

Pound em like my grandpa did.

Pound my cheeks!

I’ll never be a normal kid.

Pound my cheeks!

Let me feel that BBC.

Pound my cheeks!

Stretch me like a trampoline.

I pray,

my friends love me for who I am.

But it feels to me

that they have a different plan.

I’m good to them,

they’re good to me,

but it feels like they just want my cheeks!

Pound my cheeks!

Pound em like my grandpa did.

Pound my cheeks!

I’ll never be a normal kid.

Pound my cheeks!

Let me feel that BBC.

Pound my cheeks!

Stretch me like a trampoline.