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operation: cake boss (part ii) - jake hole lyrics

[part i]

[intro]
j*j*j*j
aw, my head, man
where the— where am i?
why can’t i move, man?

[verse 1]
strapped to a chair, no one here
i can’t hear none (ahh)
place that i’ve been taken, prolly hidden
it ain’t near none (ahh)
windows covered up
might be the last time that i see sun
screens, wires, saws, guns
now i knew what fear was
tried to move my wrist
i can’t move my wrist
legs were strapped, too
not a chance that i would get (nah)
huge door lifting up (liftin’ uo)
they done pulled up in a truck (in a truck)
they done pullеd up with some weapons
i was real down on my luck (on my luck)
[segue]
50 armеd men formed a circle all around me
black uniforms with faces covered all surrounding
one in a gas mask and red beret
he started shouting

[part ii]

[verse 2]
stand at attention, men
now allow me
mr. hole, what you did back there was pretty smooth
distracting all my men
so that your squadron could get on the move
hard to apprehend you
i’m assuming it was all the lube
either way, you’re pretty sl!ck
sl!cker than the entire tube
wow, um, thank you, thank you
now let me out this chair
so i can come over and spank you
he laughed, then went quiet
pulled a lever, he was shocking me
jumpers on my b*tt, they had me twerking
couldn’t stop my cheeks
electricity flowing into me
so i guess i’ll drop this attitude
enemies could start k!lling me
i might do what he wants me to
pictures popped up on the screen
pictures of all of my dudes
i’ll k!ll them one by one in front of you
if that’s what i have to do
ah, a tracker’s in my b*tt
hope that shock didn’t break it
he done burnt up my booty
but it lowkey felt amazing
and beanbag’s pretty smart
he might triangulate my location
and i can play their game
and wait until i test his patience
slap, slap, slap to my face
who do you work for?
slap, slap, slap to my face
i said, “do it more!”
that made him really mad
but i can’t lie, i couldn’t help it
he pulled the lever one more time
so bad, it had me yelping
went from kinky to just painful
no matter what, i won’t snitch
my boys stole all the intel
so in the end, i win
i think, deep down, he knew this
i brought him so much shame
wait a second, i just realized
how does this guy know my name?
so i asked him, “how do you know my real name?”
he crouched down to eye level
and leaned right into my face
you and i, we go way back
like way back in the day
also, you have it tattooed, right here
above your cake (oh right)
no more questions from the captive
tell me who you work for
tell me your main mission
what’s the goal you’re tryna work towards?
you k!lled local militiamen
these guys here, an elite force
our plan already in action
you’re too late to steer us off course
but i’ll tell you what we’re doing
since your guys already have that suitcase
we want to turn more men straight
so it’s hard to find that dude cake
driving up that rarity
so the common man can’t partake
so basically, we’re starting up
an exclusive booty buffet
but wait, can’t we share?
i don’t get it, that ain’t fair
and you can’t change orientation
not as far as i’m aware
before, you couldn’t change it
but now with the help of neuralink
our victims get real sick
just at the sight of big male booty cheeks
man, you’re sick, twisted, evil, demented
you didn’t turn them straight
they still crave man on man affection
another dirty tyrant who needs me to teach a lesson
so let me out this chair
let me k!ll you with a weapon
[segue]
yeah, yeah, i’ve heard it before
i’m so evil
anyways, ay, unit 31
could you go get the doordash at the door?
the driver took forever to get here
he got lost
yeah, i’ll go get that for ya
whoa, is that british celebrity chef
television presenter and writer
gordon james ramsay?
our doordash driver’s gordon ramsay
he has 17 michelin star—

[part iii]

[verse 3]
man like me like p*n*s
hittin’ them b*lls like serena
man like me in your arena
soaking wet, aquafina
kmt, wastemen on a t*shirt
man get wet, not wetted
messing with jake, get deaded
show you lot what lead is
get burned like diesel
and i know i make you lot dread it
i couldn’t believe it
it was gordon ramsay here saving my life
i didn’t think he had it in him
but here he was, strapped up with a pipe
not only that, but he had a gun, too
dropping bodies all in one room
yeah, gordon’s the goat
he k!lling them dead
but that leader guy?
i don’t know where he went
[outro]
it don’t matter, we’ll find where he at
gordon cut the straps off my wrist
handed me a strap
thermite burned a hole through the wall
yeah, shout out to jack
beanbag got a line of sight
let’s leave, since he’s got our back
ooh, we gon’ run it back, ay
we gon’ run it back, ah
we gon’ run it back, bow, bow, bow, bow
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
bow, bow, bow, bow
hey, hey, hey, hey, hoo, hoo, hoo

- jake hole lyrics

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