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dog food - sketch the bottom feeder lyrics

catch me at your daughter’s prom, pouring jack in the punch bowl
i’m napping on the lawn snoring, scratching my b-tthole
i ran out of dog food so i’m chomping on a stick
i got p-b-s that are longer than my d-ck
my weenie’s hard, give it c.p.r. while i chug this pbr
i need you to lick my c-ck while i’m guzzlin’
i sit and plot in my dungeon, i fist a tw-t when i munch it
you p-ss me off and i’m bustin’, this is not a discussion
mixin’ taaka with tussin’, i slipped and got a concussion
i went to austin for somethin’, to get some oxys and numb sh-t
i didn’t pop it, i crushed it then sniffed the toxin but nothin’ happened at all
oh sh-t, the problem was suction like a v-g-n-l wall
with snot too thick for nostrils to function but i’m havin’ withdrawals
i gotta fix the blockage i wasn’t ready to die
no biggie, i hit the pot and adjust it
i’m frozen like a mannequin, no one knows inside i’m panickin’

- sketch the bottom feeder lyrics

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