Theory of your butt cheeks

This is a message From ur Governa; who in the fuck said that that was cool man?

[long drawn out instrumental intro]

[verse1]
Butt cheeks and cheese, beef, cakes, and ham hocks,
Got the game lock, but I forgot the keys, and never mind that, it’s my turn now. Who goes there with a trembling echo? Screaming out your name.(ohh baby yea yea yea ohh baby, let me put it in your butt!!) I will be your best friend naked under your beeeeedddd eee yaaa yaa!!

[bridge]
Got a chocolate starfish that’s warm like apple pie ,
And when you share your drugs with me, have a can of narcan in your hand just incase you pound sand

[chorus]
In the butt, in the butt, N the gluteus maximus,
She’s a slut , she’s a slut, fits 2 rockets in her butt,
Doesn’t she need,
 no grease or spit,
You can hear the moment it rips 
Because it will stretch a mile before it tears an inch 

[bridge]
Got a chocolate starfish that’s warm like apple pie ,
And when you share your drugs with me, have a can of narcan in your hand just incase you pound sand

[verse2]
Butt cheeks and cheese, beef, cakes, and ham hocks,
Got the game lock, but I forgot the keys, and never mind that, it’s my turn now. Who goes there with a trembling echo? Screaming out your name.(ohh baby yea yea yea ohh baby, let me put it in your butt!!) I will be your best friend naked under your beeeeedddd eee yaaa yaa!!

[Long instrumental breakdown]

[bridge]
Got a chocolate starfish that’s warm like apple pie ,
And when you share your drugs with me, have a can of narcan in your hand just incase you pound sand

[chorus]
In the butt, in the butt, N the gluteus maximus,
She’s a slut , she’s a slut, fits 2 rockets in her butt,
Doesn’t she need,
 no grease or spit,
You can hear the moment it rips 
Because it will stretch a mile before it tears an inch

{GETTING HEAD WHILE DRIVING THRU DOWNTOWN}

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