>>5499992Freezin’
Rests his head on a gun made of iron, again
Oh feelin’
Maybe he’ll see more big old pile o black dicks, down deep
Oh dick out
Faces that he sees all looking kinda Rapey, oh yeah
Oh dark grin
Hopin they fill his plump old ass with AIDS
Creamy flow, BBCs arise like skyscrapers
Oh Nash don’t know, so he runs away again
Oh someday yet, he’ll begin to tear his quad again
Quad again quad again
Kneelin’
Lookin for those big dicks for to suck, ooh yeah
Oh prayin’
Hoping that they’ll give him creamy goodness
Oh, feelin’
Understands that Riding these black dicks feels funny
Oh, ceilings
Few and far between big dark alleys, yeah
Creamy flow, BBCs arise like skyscrapers
Oh Nash don’t know, so he runs away again
Oh someday yet, he’ll begin to tear his quad again
Whispering hands, roughly Rape him away
him away, him away
Yeah, ooh, ah yeah, fuck Nash up
Creamy flow, BBCs arise like skyscrapers
Oh Nash don’t know, so he runs away again
Oh someday yet, he’ll begin to tear his quad again
Whispering hands, roughly Rape him away
him away, him away
Yeah, ooh, uh huh… yeah, yeah, KWABby, KWABby!
