Holt's Dad and the Key Ticklers - Holt's Dad's Mouth

Ok
We should try to reproduce that
Dude, get closer to the mic though
Cuz it can't fucking hear anything you're saying

With my hand over my heart
And two fingers in my ass
This pain is eating me
The fear and anger that's stuffed down your pants
Every time I look at corned beef
I get a feeling of utter disgust
I hate myself
I hate you
I hate your father
Nothing can make it better
Holt's dick is the only answer for my suffering
This life I lead is hell
Quit! I need Holt, and his dad
I cry, shame, and burn my pubes
I can't go on living

Extreme Maunkulus
Extra sharp cheddar cheese
A gallon of milk
Was exactly three dollars and nineteen cents
Only in this universe
Can I buy milk for three dollars and nineteen cents
My time is coming near, for me
I must cum in Holt's Dad's mouth
Murder
Blood
Sex
Goats
Hair on my face

Written by:
Craig McKinney, Luke Combs, Travis Wheeler, Zach Walters, Zack Holt

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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