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role models - cumdaddies lyrics

[verse 1]
these are the results of a group’s contemplation
drugs, sl*ts on [a rock?] asphyxiation
i got caught jerking off on my dad’s staple gun
forgot i had it loaded [?] my d*ck’s numb
went over to the courthouse in nothing but my aunt’s blouse
just let me go, but he wants me at his crib now
hopped in a jacuzzi with a bunch of f*cking floosies
looked down at my cup, realized i drank all the roofies
bleeding from my ears and tears while i’m at sears is my worst fear
but it really grinds my gears while i’m getting raped in my rear
put your fist up in my f*nny, i really felt it
speed of a [?] start to ram me, so i felt it
well what do you think? this rope will do thе trick
to make a noose not too loose, hang mе from my d*ck
queasy weak stomach, think you might get sick
sight of my raped gaped *n*s, out slides some sh*t

[chorus]
we’re role models
we’re your parents worst fears
like stabbing your ears with a pair of your own shears
we’re role models
teaching all the kids it’s cool to have aids
go to your school with grenades, share and trade razor blades
we’re role models
wave your p*n*s at traffic and do it everyday
telling your kids santa’s a black rapist and he’s g*y
put m80s up your ass for the fourth of july
go on, you’ll have fun
why would i lie?
[verse 2]
sat a little clay on a group of madmen
people who are straight psycho less than sane
f*cked the sh*t out of their clergyman
because he tried to force his d*ck down on their plan
got people running like that jew and
running for their lives like “what are we gonna do, man?”
let’s forge some weapons like these f*cking cavemen
stab them to death, bleeding through their f*cking skin
we found some cans, made them sharp with a jagged edge
a couple of frying pans, put nails on the end
a spray can with a lighter to the arson fan
now we’re equipped to take these f*cking men out
turns out we’re the one with the masterplan
clean that f*cking dripping pan creamy peter pan
don’t leave my d*ck sticky, that’s not the plan
grab my sh*t and shove it in a soda can
shred my sweet maryanne until it’s red
and then jack me off like the abominable snowman
stretch me out like a water can, dripping little drops of cum
ask the weatherman
me d*ck’s in a cast from that f*cking soda blast
so fast it blew me ten feet from where i last passed gas
blew me out into the open, i can finally see the mask
harassed by a bunch of d*ck*wielding maniacs wanting to give me a bl**dy gash
i gotta f*cking think fast unless i wanna die
i’ll probably bleed out my ass from many raw dog poundings
i’m seeing different [?] surroundings
gathering my thoughts, i’m f*cking lost
i’ve been drowning in d*ck, if i frown they’ll split my sh*t
[chorus]
we’re role models
we’re your parents worst fears
like stabbing your ears with a pair of your own shears
we’re role models
teaching all the kids it’s cool to have aids
go to your school with grenades, share and trade razor blades
we’re role models
wave your p*n*s at traffic and do it everyday
telling your kids santa’s a black rapist and he’s g*y
put m80s up your ass for the fourth of july
go on, you’ll have fun
why would i lie?

[verse 3]
flunked out of high school, i brag about it daily
sh*t on my teacher’s chair, it’s how the rap game raised me
your helpful little smiles just make me so angry
so i crash a bar mitzvah, i’m drunk, screaming “rape me”
hear me on the mic, teach kids how life is
the birds and bees, mixing jizz with violence
eyelids stretched out to my tits
such a f*cking freak, i think i’m [?] like it
p*ss on my neighbor’s lawn while they’re watching eyes wide
still act surprised, well, i’ve done it nine times
now you hear my voice while your kids watch cartoons
animated b*tt naked blowing up condom balloons
[chorus]
we’re role models
we’re your parents worst fears
like stabbing your ears with a pair of your own shears
we’re role models
teaching all the kids it’s cool to have aids
go to your school with grenades, share and trade razor blades
we’re role models
wave your p*n*s at traffic and do it everyday
telling your kids santa’s a black rapist and he’s g*y
put m80s up your ass for the fourth of july
go on, you’ll have fun
why would i lie?

- cumdaddies lyrics

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