Bent dick. Bend your dick.
Yo! Z straight killing and I'm feeling kinda crazy.
Got twelve drunk bitches and they all want my baby.
I tried to tell them, "No!" All they heard was, "Yes!"
Now I'm chilling in a bed with like twenty-four breasts.
"Best--best pedigree." Yeah, that's how I like my bomb, ya see.
And if you don't agree, then swallow me.
But if your ass got a twitter, homie, follow me.
Into Canadia, while getting a blow-jo, from a hoe located down in Toronto.
I asked her if she knew the homie named Lowgain,
she said, "Lowgain? Yeah, I used to blow him!"
Blow him? What? Lowg ain't gay?
Could've sworn he loved dick by the way he said, "Hey"
You learn something new every day,
so I'mma leave you with something that Lowgain would say
Butt Feelings.
I love to bend my dick.
I love to bend my dick.
I love to bend my dick.
I love to bend my dick.
Yee-haw!
Bend. Bend. Bend. Bend. Bend.
Bend. Bend. Bend. Bend. Bend.
Bend. Bend. Bend. Bend. Bend your fucking--
DIIIIICCCCCKKKKK!
Bent Dick. Dick. Dick. Dick. Dick.
Dick. Dick. Dick. Dick. Dick. Dick.
I'd like to tell you a little story about a few friends of mine:
Skipper and Flipper and Scooby-Doobie-Doo once sailed down a river in an old man's shoe.
Skipper turned to Flipper and said, "Who are you?"
Then Flipper jumped out and got Shamu.
Shammy said to Flipper, "Yo, should I just beat him?"
Flipper said, "Nah. Let's cook him and eat him."
Skipper was scared, Scooby didn't care.
He was so damn based, didn't know he was there.
I love to bend my dick.
I love to bend my dick.
I love to bend my dick.
I love to bend my dick.
Yee-haw!