Slow, grimy strip‑club bass, but faster hi‑hat so it’s extra sleazy)
Intro
Yeah…
To all my dairy kings with them chest tanks ready to burst…
We boutta flood the block tonight.
Tap the kegs, baby — keg stand in your pecs…
I want that foam all over my face.
You got whole milk? Oh, I got a whole mouth.
Verse 1
Yo, he strut in the room — BOOM, dairy monsoon,
Pecs swingin’ heavy like udders in June,
Two‑percent drip down my chin, no shame,
While the cutie in the corner stroke‑strokein’ his main vein.
He got nips big as pancakes — syrup already on ‘em,
I bite like a pit bull, slobber streaks while I’m on ‘em,
DJ milk-scratch, let me spin that chest,
Bass bumpin’ while I nut on his vest.
Other pretty boy joins, got abs like an ice tray,
I snow‑cone that shaft with a fresh milk spray,
Three‑man pour, no cup, go raw —
So much cream in the air, smell like a goddamn cheese drawer.
Hook (Fake R&B but filthy)
🎵 Milk tits… (shoot it on my protein loaf) 🎵
🎵 Big nips… (so wide I could park a boat) 🎵
🎵 Squeeze ‘em, tease ‘em, dairy man king… 🎵
🎵 The lactose love machine! 🎵
Verse 2
High beams on, and I ain’t talkin’ headlights —
I’m tongue‑wrappin’ round that dinner‑plate size,
Half‑mile lick, then I grab both thighs,
And shove his whole milk tap in my sunrise.
Pepperoni chest, mozzarella drip,
Another dude bent over gettin’ frosted tip —
And I ain’t talkin’ hair, I’m talkin’ thick glaze,
White streak shootin’ ’cross his cheek like a milk maze.
We got five dudes linked like a dairy centipede,
Milk down backs, drip‑drip like I feed on greed,
Mix skim with heavy cream — swirl cocktails in my gut,
Gag reflex fightin’ but I just can’t shut up.
Bridge (Spoken mid‑pant)
So big guy starts lactatin’ mid‑thrust,
And my first thought ain’t “Woah,” it’s — “Let’s adjust.”
Bent dude under me yellin’, “Pour it down my crack,”
So I funnel that dairy right down the track.
We got so much milk in this room, OSHA would ban it.
This ain’t a sex scene no more — it’s a dairy planet.
Hook
🎵 Milk tits… (shoot it on my protein loaf) 🎵
🎵 Big nips… (so wide I could park a boat) 🎵
🎵 Squeeze ‘em, tease ‘em, dairy man king… 🎵
🎵 The lactose love machine! 🎵
Verse 3
Full‑fat flood, ricotta dreams in sheets,
Swiss‑hole passion, I’m tonguin’ between the meats,
One guy churnin’ butter with his fist in the churn,
Another ridin’ my face till my nostrils burn.
Milky slip‑n‑slide in the hallway floor,
Two bros dockin’ while a third milks the store,
Cream pie ain’t dessert — it’s the encore act,
Lactose tolerance? Nah, this the dairy man pact.
We makin’ curds in the bed, mozzarella rope,
Shibari chest tie with a warm milk soak,
Line ‘em up, group squirt — let the geyser blow,
Milk volcano in the air like a pervert show.
Outro
Uh…
To the men with fountains built in their chests…
Spray proud, spray loud, spray till the bed is blessed…
Cows may come and cows may go…
But these big‑ass man nips…?
They eternal.
(Bass drop, milk‑splatter SFX, someone groans “Got cream?” fade out)
