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mystery bonus track - klokwerk e lyrics

[chorus: kyle kombs]
f*ckin’ with them e guys, put up with a pole
i just ate her feline, put it in her hole
but it make a beeline every time we show
running triple c’s, i be trippin’ row boat
i be in the back of the ship pipe playin’ with my d*ck
i might put it in her ass, finna smash for a bit
i might take her to the lab, get some tabs to the b*tch
got her sippin’ on the gas prayin’ to the twenty*six

[verse 1: kyle kombs]
whoa, i just crashed on earth
my baby mommy probably trippin’, but the cash come first
first subduction then abduction then unnatural birth
put my plunger in your structure ’til your assh0l* hurts
in the dungeon got you scrubbin’ on my ufo
then for lunch i’m probably munchin’ on that booty holе
i be p*ssin’ on your dishes when your mom ain’t homе
in an instance come up missin’ to a place unknown
from a distance you can hear the word, come to invade
got your brother in my cupboards, put my thumb in his brains
took a picture of your sister with my d*ck on her face
doing whippets while i whip it then we dip into sp*ce
get excited, boy, i like it when she suckin’ the probe
put my liquid in the victim when i bust in her throat
put you in a different system when i touch the controls
them b*tches better listen, you ain’t comin’ hole
[chorus: kyle kombs]
f*ckin’ with them e guys, put up with a pole
i just ate her feline, put it in her hole
but it make a beeline every time we show
running triple c’s, i be trippin’ row boat
i be in the back of the ship pipe playin’ with my d*ck
i might put it in her ass, finna smash for a bit
i might take her to the lab, get some tabs to the b*tch
got her sippin’ on the gas prayin’ to the twenty*six

[verse 2: billy d]
first entry, planet earth, captain’s log
yeah, i f*cked the b*tch, i nutted quick and passed her off
i got people all around me telling me that i’m a dog
but b*tch i’m not even from your solar system at all
trippin’ d*ck and b*lls, takin’ dmt until i’m seein’ god
probin’ booty cheeks like it’s my freakin’ job
little guy, be advised, this some sh*t we synthesized
it’ll have you feelin’ nice, “will i die?” no, but you’ll be really high
eatin’ fams, eatin’ grams, totally naked with no pants
dirty dance alien, put that sh*t on onlyfans
holy d*mn, holy grail, maybe i got love for sale
only if you eighteen plus ’cause i ain’t tryin’ to go to jail
we at the motel choppin’ up a coat rail
oh well, we be probin’ on them coat tails
female gettin’ gaped to a deep well
roast beef gettin’ beat ’til the meat swell
[chorus: kyle kombs]
f*ckin’ with them e guys, put up with a pole
i just ate her feline, put it in her hole
but it make a beeline every time we show
running triple c’s, i be trippin’ row boat
i be in the back of the ship pipe playin’ with my d*ck
i might put it in her ass, finna smash for a bit
i might take her to the lab, get some tabs to the b*tch
got her sippin’ on the gas prayin’ to the twenty*six

- klokwerk e lyrics

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