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the final gay - gay men productions lyrics

[intro: dohc, snoop g*yy]
i got g*yed
i got g*yed
men
oh my god (cries)
stop s*xually raping me at night time
(g*y men productions)

[verse 1: snoop g*yy, dohc, frosty]
woke up and got the morning wood
went to f*ck anyone, i possibly could
i went to banna’s house to f*ck him real quick
but he pulled out his 9, instead of his d*ck
so i pulled down his pants and started sucking
but he shot me in the head instead of f*cking (gunshot)
he instantly started crying like a little b*tch (crying)
than he went to hide my body in a ditch
banna started regretting what he did (crying)
because now he doesn’t have anyone to f*ck that’s not mid
so than he went on the search for what to do
because he doesn’t have a f*cking clue
so he went to the hood to get some advice (yo what’s up cuh)
but instead he got f*cked like ice spice
but the man came, he said he was nice
and he called a guy he said was precise
the guy said there was a way to see snoop g*yy
but he has to cum over by the bay
banna agreed with s*x in his mind
he went to the bay to see what to find
he found a g*y orgy that he took place in
a guy said that was a way that he could begin
the guys name was flin, he had a double chin, he also had a hot g*y motherf*cking twin
flin said in order to find snoop g*yy, he had to play a little game
he said the game was very simple
he just had to f*ck him
till he was a cripple
banna agreed to play the game
so he f*cked his ass non*stop till it was day
(im not f*cking g*y dude, banna is though)
(men, men, men)
(what we need is, frickin’ like 911)

[verse 2: snoop g*yy]
the man brought him over to a g*y witch
and he called banna a fat b*tch
he told banna that he could see me one last time
he just had to shoot all over his spine
once that was over he handed him a rod
he stuck it up his bum, and went shooting up to god
once he got there he went to look for me
when he saw that i was there he dropped to his knees
we f*cked all day, we f*cked all night
we f*cked so much it was just right
when it was time to go i handed him a paper
he said, “what was this for?” i said, “shut up raper”
he looked at it and it was a script
for a song that he would sing real quick

[outro: frosty]
i want to touch his b*lls

- gay men productions lyrics

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