Bottom Feeders (feat. 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 until 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 matter

With my face in 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 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 bottom feeders

I try to catch my breath

But your asscheeks take it away

While your massive hairy balls

Jiggle in front of my face

Rosey full red cheeks

And the most beautiful brown eyes

I want my tongue to fill your ass

For the rest of my life

I'll show you a full honeymoon

If you smack my ass

I'll squeeze my sweaty hairy balls

Into your champagne glass

Bend over while I present you

With a wedding ring

Consumate 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 comitting a crime

You must be a dingus

Me and my friend we run a gang

We call it analingus

We're bottom feeders