[Intro – Sermon] (Organ swell, crowd murmuring) “Brothers and sisters… we gather here tonight under the sacred rhythm of the flesh divine. To honor the circle, the peach, the holy round thing that unites us all. Some call it temptation… I call it revelation. Can I get a moon-men!?” (Audience: “Moon-men!”) “Then lift your spirits—and your asses—to the sky!” [Chorus – R&B groove] Let me see your booty hole, Is it brown just like a Toblerone? Pink like Pepto Bismol? Let me see your booty hole, baby. Can you let me know? Can I see your booty hole? Let me see your booty hole, oh baby… [Verse 1 – Rap flow] Bet it like you never took a shit before, So good, baby, I could find the booty clit. Put my mouth on the booty, I’ma sing it, Put some Cajun season on the booty when I’m eatin’ it. You know I like it spicy, Put a straw up in your booty, sip it like it’s Hi-C. I’ma eat it like it’s ice cream, I’ma eat the booty like my name Keira Knightley— Yeah, no pride, no fuckin’ prejudice. [Bridge – Sermon return, half-spoken] Can I get a halle-booty? The Book of Thicc says chapter 4, verse 20: ‘Blessed are the round and bouncy, for they shall twerk upon the earth.’ Now reach out and grab your neighbor’s vibe—gently! [Breakdown Hook – Call & Response Choir] Booty, booty, testify, (uh!) Booty hole to the sky, (halle-booty!) Booty, booty, sanctify, (uh!) Shake that truth before you die. [Outro – Spoke Word, Fading Organ and Ad-libs] “We are all children of the cheek, my friends… Go forth and spread the word—responsibly!”
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