I want to go hot and heavy with you,
I’d like to do that for a while,
It’s all because of what I see you do,
When you’re all alone, and you stroke
As you smile, and I’m smiling too
Hiding in your closet, panties on my face
Draped from forehead to chin, your
Fingers they play, and your fingers go in,
And I’m sniffing the musk that you
Made with your minge, and as you climax
Sweet darling, I make my appearance,
You lean yourself back on the bed
Right next to my penis: I hover above you,
My dick dangles down, while the shit
That I shoot sprays from waist to
Your crown, now you’re lumpy and brown.


The problem with your attitude is the attitude you have,
Your big, white, fucking pickup truck,
Is big and white and sad,
The whole world knows you compensate,
For what you wish you had,
But the world is wide, and lacks insight:
Your dick’s of soup can size,
And second only to your truck,
It truly is your prize,
But having a giant dick doesn’t mean shit when you just came in your underwear, does it?
No, I didn’t think so.