Tekst:
Butter Butter and babies
this shack's distinct aroma
Sugar, I'd come over
but it's very hard to hump in front of your children
They're horrific
Your husband should know your hex,
your sex complex that cursed the fruits of our passion
It's not natural, these children with melted beaks
Sugar, I'd come over but your coffee tastes like the clap
this shack's distinct aroma
Sugar, I'd come over
but it's very hard to hump in front of your children
They're horrific
Your husband should know your hex,
your sex complex that cursed the fruits of our passion
It's not natural, these children with melted beaks
Sugar, I'd come over but your coffee tastes like the clap
