Never wanted a foot so far in my mouth Never wanted to suck on your toes before Now I watch this one late night show alone And I've gathered your socks that were on the floor Now I want, now I want feet, now I want feet Favorite channel to spy on Emma Watson's thong I mean sandals you perverts, no concerns for things that you yearnin’ At the end of her legs, legs, legs Clean my cleats With your teeth I want you to Clean my cleats With your teeth Yeah David Letterman

Boss makes a dollar, he makes a dime These immigrants is takin’ what was mine Flint and steel make dirty water, I’d rather be at home just plowing my daughter She’s thick as hell, y’know I don’t mind it if that hole has hair, ya bet your ass I’ll find it And it’s It was gonna be big It was gonna be huge It was gonna be real big It was gonna be real huge It was gonna be big It was gonna be huge More than that stimulus It was gonna be real huge Got a pumpkin head, brain scooped away Haven’t showered in 4 or 5 days And I don’t have money but I’ll steal all of yours And spend it all on liquor and whores A hefty price to pay on rails, better study tail and chase chemtrails And it’s It was gonna be big It was gonna be huge It was gonna be real big It was gonna be real huge It was gonna be big It was gonna be huge Bigger than that fucking wall It's gonna be real huge A fox and a peacock take off fighting Too many gates now I don’t buy it Now I read my books and check my sources What’s fed to me cause fake news is boring It seems like any day we’re all just gonna die Not me though, I voted otherwise He’s our friend, he’s our guy, I saw his face on a TV guide They say our freedom is in danger But what’s it doing all the way over there? With fear they bend your ear, while accused of treason There’s hell where shadows lie, sanity’s beneath him At Putin’s PeePee Parties With all the Kremlin hotties It’s on VHS, Lord You know its’ the Saint James Blues With fear they bend your ear, while accused of treason There’s hell where shadows lie, sanity’s beneath him At peepee Putin parties With all the Kremlin hotties It’s on VHS, Lord We’re going to Saint James, yeah 14 year olds You know its’ the Saint James Blues And from Mar-a-Lago I can see Russia, the entire WWE Hall of Fame Millions of migrants Mortaring a monumental wall of shame And Stormy Daniels’s rack For a better tomorrow For me And for you? What do you mean, "for you?" Well, it seems like any day, we’re all just gonna die Not me though, I voted otherwise... He’s our friend, he’s our guy, I saw his face on a TV guide Make amurrica urr again Make amurrica sprr again Make amurrica bbrr again Make America Yeah

What’s your name? Jordan? Who named you, your father or your mother? What do you do, Jordan? Do you even remember? Okay, you work for Forever 21, okay. What’s your gender? Oh, thank god. I’ll tell you what - I think I bought some jeans from there once. I don’t like that. It might have been too tight, I might have returned them, once. I don’t really remember. But…. Okay…. Oh, you shave down there but you don’t shave your armpits? I don’t know if I like that. They had the buttons, not the zipper. Are you a Leo? You seem like a Leo, what’s your fire sign? I’ll put it in my notes, I don’t know if I’m gonna remember that. Don’t threaten me with a good time

I'm waiting in line I'm standing in line They're all gonna grind I don't wanna die They all wanna die We’re all gonna die This pain is a lot End up in a dog, not in a box Carnival's shot They're pushing the line Them bones gon' fly A pack of tin foil condoms I gotta protect my almonds Keeps my boys safe from rotting But makes sex feel a lot more like grating cheese Started out from the bottom Now life is so full of options I keep spraying my pollen I just ain't ready to be a homogeneist, ya know It's heavily incentivized Financially subsidized It's an amazing tax credit Oh yeah baby, I don't think I like that I'm waiting in line I'm standing in line They're all gonna grind I don't wanna die They all wanna die We’re all gonna die This pain is a lot End up in a dog, not in a box Carnival's shot They're pushing the line Them bones gon' fly Wow, look at them go No, don’t push me, don’t My, ain't you grown And left me so alone My solitude has passed the days Take me out of my misery My digital Grindr is dead Help me form the clouds Yeah It's heavily incentivized Financially subsidized It's an amazing tax credit Step right up Them buns ain't gonna fill themselves now ya’hear We gotta keep them dogs cumming Now come on son, you can't hold up the line Everybody’s doing it, every bodies doing it Calm down folks, no animals were hurt in the making of these weinies Listen: you can either get into the machine yourself or I'm gonna have to throw ya in What's your move? What's your move? What's your move? It's heavily incentivized Financially subsidized It's an amazing tax credit Celebrating annual cannibalism Is it thinly veiled capitalism? Actually, this whole time, it’s about jism I'm waiting in line I'm standing in line They're all gonna grind I don't wanna die They all wanna die We’re all gonna die This pain is a lot End up in a dog, not in a box Carnival's shot They're pushing the line Them bones gon' fly

I’m taking a sniff of your digestive meats I wanna feel your colons heat Your pussy wide open but you know me I park my meat walk-in on your brown street Open up Let me feel what you ate Open up Can I have a taste I’m in your back pipes make me wanna burst yea The way your prolapse you bloom like a rose Is that diaringus or is that squirt Flip me round baby said it’s my turn Open up Let me feel what you ate Open up Do you want a taste I wanna lick your butt I wanna be in your butt I’ve taken a sniff of your digestive meats And now we feel your colons heat Is that diaringus or is that squirt Flip me round baby said it’s my turn A piece of corn and I like what I see Your anal treasures are sticking to me A piece of corn lettuce peas tomatoes A trail mix supreme Your anal treasures are sticking to me

Every day I see my legs Live my life as a slave Shallow waters lead to nothing but an early grave Keep my head at my waist cuz I have no face So finger me for the time being Because I can't see where I'm going I only see where I've been Good golly gorf Drizzle on me baby Wish you could see what you do to me, But from the front you see the back of me And I catch these flys with my behind Get your head out of your ass Gorf

Welcome one and all to Dullsville! Ok, shut the fuck up. For those of you who were here with us three years ago, you remember how Saint Phram Dongleson saved our casings. There we were: in the 9th inning; two glizzy guzzlers; no more swine to cull.That’s when our savior selflessly propelled himself into the pink slurry, giving our city the proud tradition we uphold today. So grab your kids, wife, dog, and the neighbor’s daughter, mix them up into a big meat grinder (which is on lease from Pharm-a-Farm Food and Drug and Prison Corp of Corn) Now let's get those blades a-whirling, open up all of your holes wide, and I want you to put your feet in the air and give me the CLAP! You know what it is... It's Third Annual Phram Dongleson Memorial Hot Dog Eating Contest! Live from New York! Yo Gallons of Pork Bricked up and fat, a pale glow from the smog We blow vape juice and treat our girlfriends like dogs in Dullsville Dullsville Gallons of Pork Drop beats and bars and then pass out The grr-pow is what life’s all about in Dullsville Dullsville, Dullsville Come to my pad where the drinks are for free Comatose bros and I feel so pretty Have yourself a toke a day Keeps the Weed Police away My dad’s a cop, slip it right in your drink Two in the pink, put my Glock in your stink I want the N-Pass, all I desire I ain’t gay but these poppers are fire Gun noises GANG Gallons of Pork Pickin’ up mob wives in my brand new whip It’s an ‘02 Maxima, so my mixtape don’t skip I killed Elvis 40s on me, deadly shits, deadly shits Fuck old folks, they don’t know nothin’ Shotgun and I’m dumpin’ Your girl’s box smell like ice cream and lox MP5, George Clooney gonna die You lovin’ on Batman? You seen Afleck’s back, man? Gang tatted on me Pork boys, no scum on me Grrpow like grrpow, .22 go pow pow Silence my bazooka, I shoot ya You shit so big, you gotta call Roto-Rooter Naruto run through your hood, what’s good When I kill Jeff Bezos imma rob him, imma take you out to a nice dinner, mom Fuck ya Triller, I’m trending on Citizen I talk shit again: I sell drugs, no middle men I dated my ex when she was ugly, now she bad as fuck I’m from the dump Therapy then I knuckle up Caress the bag Guns, literal guns, literal bows, literal pows Soundcloud I’m lit, I’m spent Go home, get bent Dullsville Gallons of Pork Put my dreams on pause because I sat on my J Moving away? No I ain’t moving away GANG In Dullsville Come to my pad where the drinks are for free Comatose bros and I’m still so pretty Have yourself a toke a day Keeps the Weed Police away