[Intro – Breathless Whispers] Yeah. Tell your lil’ dick to stand up straight when I walk in. Let’s go. [Verse 1 – Fast, Nasty, Rhythmic] Suck a soul out, mouth like a vacuum Spit game so wet, need a hazmat bathroom Clap so loud make the Lord say "DAMN" Put the bass in my cheeks like I’m part of the band Two hands, twist it—bop it like a fidget Nut on my grill, now I call it skin blingage Deep throat demon, swallow like a TikTok Ride face first like a Lyft with the brakes off Thighs on neck, now he choking on purpose Call me Clippy—how I help with his urges Tuna melt? Nah, this filet deluxe He cry on the stroke, but he still gon’ bust [Chorus – Glitched Out, Layered Moans] Gag reflex? Nah. I deepthroat truth like a prophet, brah. Wet like doomscroll, grip like laws Bounce on that dick like I’m dodging the cops Gag reflex? Nah. Throat so raw got the clinic in awe Milk that pipe like a lactose cause Dick disappear like a wizard with paws [Verse 2 – Hornier, Harder, Hungrier] Knees on chrome, lips got mileage Swallow so clean, got endorsement deals silent Bussy got juice like a pressed fruit cleanse Made him cum so hard he divorced his friends I sit on faces like airline seats Call that turbulence when he lose heartbeat Moan so loud set off Alexa Now she say “Daddy” every time he texts her I do cartwheels on cocks for sport Lick the tip like it owe me support Put his balls in my mouth like a boba tea order Then choke like rent's due south of the border [Bridge – Overstim Breakdown, Gasps + Growls] Pull out game weak, so I took the wheel Bitch I’m the captain—he signed the deal Got a choke collar and a leash for pride I bark on beat while I ride and slide Sticky like sin, he a fan of the grip I bend like truth in a politician’s script Freak on demand, I’m the OnlyFan’s fear I squirt in Morse code: "Get the fuck in here" [Chorus – Heavier Distortion, Call/Response] Gag reflex? Nah. He pray mid-thrust like “Mama, I saw God” I arch my back like I'm summoning fire Hands on knees like a Netflix liar Gag reflex? Nah. Wet like guilt from a Catholic jar Snap that dick like a Kit-Kat bar And I still want more—bitch I raise the bar [Verse 3 – Final Form Activated] My kink? Chaos. My tongue? Cursed. Fucked his soul out, he reimbursed Got that suck so supreme, he paid tuition Now I teach dick like a goddamn mission I make priests beg, bishops bark Turn a choir boy to a national park Flood zone thighs—bring FEMA next Said he’s straight but he failed that test Twerk so vile got flagged by NASA Pussy got pull like a late night plasma Pulled up to court with a dick in hand Judge said “Objection!”—I said “Man up, Stan!” [Outro – Whispered Over Orgasmic FX] Gag reflex? Nah. Never had one. I don’t choke. I just win.
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