I told you I was straight no playin, i ain’t gay, ima lay the facts straighter than a fucking boomerang, im in a gang full of butt and some cock in the way, with some fuck and it’s hot in a straight kinda way.
I might be vicious but the butt is too malicious, so delicious give it stitches when my tip enters in it, ain’t no limit it’s not civic is just livid and it’s hot, big booty Judy as a man has my cock.
My cock is my heart and my cock is some art, my cock in his arch, my cock makes him fart
It’s impossible to terrorize a man and not scream, I ain’t got no BBL but baby I can sing! It’s obscene how it seems like a big boy dream, in a scene where it’s me and some other guys meat, they meet and they teach each other valuable things, it’s a lesson it’s a thing that’ll bring joyous means.
It’s impeccable how his dick is unforgettable, inevitable. It’s goin in my mouth just like some edibles, forget it hoe your pussy is overused like alphabetical, abc is used everyday but not some mega balls.
You really gotta mention how the tension between my hips is really strong and intense just like camping on the trip and the he fucks me in the tent! It’s impossible to make nothing gay, everything has to be in some sorta way, last week my mom asked me if I’m straight, I said yes little fucker straight as a GAY!
I will never not love man, this ain’t Sam I Am, fuck green eggs and ham, I want white balls and damn, is that even a cock? Looks more like a Glock, lemme slide up just a notch and blow my brains off the top, it’s a habit I just have it, I hop just like a rabbit, and I’m rabid like an addict and I’m shootin off sporadic, it’s Slavic to you faggots hatin ass but to daddas it’s bananas and man I can’t stand the hand that feeds that doesn’t understand the man feet and meat are the brand that make me queef Brandon has the nicest cock inside of me!
Let me turn it down a little, it’s just getting kinda hot lemme give yall a riddle, two men see eachother and get caught up in the middle, who plays fiddle, I play fiddle, I eat em both and choke and broke one’s throat I’m woke and hopin the oath ain’t broke the love is gone and provoked a poke to the bear that stares and hates the folk that likes the boys and dreams of men, he plays with toys and penis heads, he dreams of me I dream of him, we find a bed, we fucked again!
Man I’m tired.
