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couch (interlude) - the true wankers lyrics

[intro: big c]
free my boy freaky tim

[verse: bobe]
i just had a fivesome with your mum in a bookstore
f*cked that little wh0re with the gang like el salvador
fiending for my meat like a motherf*cking carnivore
bricked up, like some f*cking two*by*four
she say she what i long for, eyesore
men is what i care for
i just wanna throw them dudes down to the floor
and bounce on it hardcore, till my booty hole sore
d*mn, i just really need more d*ck
it won’t make you sick
it won’t hurt to give it a taste and a l!ck
booty bouncing, dt’s c*ck ring, p*n*s munching
can’t stop f*cking, like a f*cking demon
ass full of s*m*n, can’t stop creaming
big ass f*cking d*ck got everybody screaming
the legendary chef making music in a g*string
blessing our ears like morgan freeman
tell us that we gotta pipe down
but even in our motherf*cking souls we have the high ground
and it’s our time to shine now
i’m eating ice cream, drinking jjuice, i’m sky bound
call these colours great, you’re lacking flowers
look around and all i see is black f*cking blouses
i’m lounging, on the couch shaedizzle was found in
searching for my d*ck is the dude that i’m pounding

- the true wankers lyrics

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