BOTTOM FEEDERS Ft. Taylor Barber

I’M STARTING TO GET USED TO BEING THE BUTT OF THE JOKE
MAKE MY ASS INTO A SALAD, YOU CAN TOSS IT TIL YOU CHOKE
PREPARE THE TABLE AND CRACK THE WINDOW FOR MOONLIGHT
WE’RE ABOUT TO DINE ON THAT SWEET SWEATY ASS ALL FUCKING NIGHT
I’LL SPARK THE CANDLES SOFTLY AS I DROP YOUR PANTS DOWN TO YOUR KNEES
YOU CAN WORK OUT YOUR TONGUE IF YOU GIVE YOUR BUTT CHEEKS A SQUEEZE
I WON’T LET UP UNTIL MY MOUTH HAS GONE FUCKING NUMB
THERE’S NOT A SINGLE THING THAT MATTERS WITH MY FACE UP YOUR BUM
THERE IS A ROMANCE INSIDE THESE FOUR WALLS
THERE ARE BUTTERFLIES DANCING IN MY BIG HAIRY BALLS
I REALLY DON’T CARE WHAT ANYONE HAS TO SAY
I CAME ON AN EMPTY STOMACH TO THIS BOOTY BUFFET
WE’LL ALL HANG AT THE G SPOT BECAUSE WE’RE TOO FUCKING TOUGH
DON’T QUESTION IT, I’VE BEEN KNOWN TO GET ROWDY AND ROUGH
I’LL BUY A SLIP AND SLIDE
AND DIVE HEAD-FIRST INTO YOUR ASS
WE’RE BOTTOMFEEDERS
I TRY TO CATCH MY BREATH BUT YOUR ASSCHEEKS TAKE IT AWAY
WHILE YOUR MASSIVE HAIRY BALLS JIGGLE IN THE FRONT OF MY FACE
ROSEY FULL RED CHEEKS AND THE MOST BEAUTIFUL BROWN EYE
I WANT MY TONGUE TO FILL YOUR ASS FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE
I’LL SHOW YOU A FULL HONEYMOON IF YOU WILL SMACK MY ASS
I’LL SQUEEZE MY SWEATY, HAIRY BALLS INTO YOUR CHAMPAGNE GLASS
BEND OVER WHILE I PRESENT YOU WITH A WEDDING RING
CONSUMMATE THE MARRIAGE WITH MY TONGUE BETWEEN YOUR CHEEKS
I WANT TO BUST A NUT ONTO YOUR BACK
THEN SUCK THE REMAINDER OFF MY OWN BALLSACK
IF YOU THINK THAT I’M COMMITTING A CRIME YOU MUST BE A DINGUS
ME AND MY FRIEND, WE RUN A GANG, WE CALL IT ANALINGUS
WE’RE BOTTOMFEEDERS