Wee Wee
(专辑: Straight From The Vault - 2011)
Put it on my wee-wee Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange Put it on my wee-wee Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange Put it on my wee-wee Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange Put it on my wee-wee Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange Got a
dick as big as a
banana I
try to control it, but I
guess I
can't, it Shoots off like an AK-clip banana You better watch out, Hannah Montana Man, what's the
matter, have you no manners? No you know the
girl from Juno's address Yeah, I'ma probably go to jail for that Now I
got the
cops on my tail for that Run up on your car with a
stale banana In your tail pipe, can't believe you fell for that It could've been a
Molotov cocktail for that Wait a
minute, man, what the
hell was that? I
heard a
noise, where you going? What are you, bananas? You can't go back there, stupid ass I
just seen a
woman in a
Freddy Kruger mask Who the
fuck are you? Superman? All you have is a
little stupid can Of whipped cream, what the
hell you gonna do with that? I'ma put it on my wee-wee, ooh, good answer Super bonanza extravaganza Man, go ahead, what you waiting for? You better get them clothes off, baby boy Come on, let's go, we're gonna make a
porn Ready, set, go hit play, record Put it on my wee-wee Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange Put it on my wee-wee Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange Put it on my wee-wee Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange Put it on my wee-wee Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange Are you ready? You better hold the
camera steady She's probably back there with a
damn machete She's probably gonna eat you like canned spaghetti She's probably gonna kill you, still wanna check, see Have a
little quick look, go on, sick prick She's probably six foot tall like Big Foot The
hell with that, we probably should run Don't dare look back, we probably, probably Probably there probably was a
problem At the
post office or something But you probably didn't know that, did you? Now, what you gonna do when she gets you? I
ain't going with you, forget you Quit tryna hold my hand, mister Pretend she's your little sister, little sister [?] Might as well take the
whipped cream with you And when you see her, make sure you get a
picture We could try to make another Blair Witch, uh, movie A
bestiality porno with smoothies Put it on my wee-wee Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange Put it on my wee-wee Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange Put it on my wee-wee Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange Put it on my wee-wee Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange It's eerie, but here comes Zack and Miri Beauty and the
Beast, his back is hairy But she don't care, they're attractive, very Very sexually active, very No, Zack, don't go back in there It's too late now, she's grabbing hair He screams, bloody Mary, grabs a
mirror But 'stop' just ain't in her vocabulary Get off me, please, get off me, stop Balling back at a
coffee shop They go non-stop, she says go He says no, she says oh Back and forth, they scream and shout Yeah, boy, let them demons out It's the
kind of nightmare you dream about Uh-oh, now the
whipped cream is out I
get sick thoughts, sick, sick, thoughts Things you could do with your lipstick gloss Put it on my dick 'til the
tip looks orange Bitch, keep going, bitch, keep going Put it on my wee-wee Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange Put it on my wee-wee Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange Put it on my wee-wee Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange Put it on my wee-wee Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange Banana Banana Banana Banana Banana Banana