Going Down

I’m going down

I’m going down

I’m going down

On you

I’m breathing deep then I leap in

I’m going under

Like eating that V’s the key to how we can beat global hunger

Achieve total peace on earth

I’m a freak, I’m a local wonder

More lung capacity than Freddy Mercury vocal numbers

I plunder the briny deep

A spelunker plunging in

Hunkering down in between those puffy pink walls

Like a fallout bunker

And if never emerge to the surface don’t gimme shit

In twenty years I’m back like Kimmy Shmidt (wassup)

Hold up, wait (Hold up, wait)

Cause I really gotta set one thing straight

I’m not chowing on the chocha so that you’ll reciprocate

I just go in (go in)

No strings (no strings)

Tastes great (tastes great)

Fun times (vitamins!)

I got a wand tongue

I’m doing sorcery

If you don’t want none

Well that’s just more for me

I’m going down

On you

I’m going down on you like I like it but bruh I’m lyin’

Cause I don’t like it I luh that shit’s my valentine

One tiny warning I’m dining on your gourmet form until the morning

Performing like it’ll stop global warming

My pallet has got no equal

Talent could vanquish evil

And maybe make Rick Moranis be in the Ghostbusters sequel

One taste and I’m wailing god bless! (god bless!)

Until you quiver I will not rest (not rest)

Licking repeatedly like your beaver’s a square reader

And my tongue is a VISA debit card that failed to process

It’s like the Miracle Worker and I’m blind and I’m deaf and dumb

Plus each inch my body’s numb

Except for the tip of my tongue

And each Wikipedia topic’s printed in microscopic raised ink on your clit

So the single option I got to know

Something about this wonderful globe that

We come from’s to locate your swollen bean

And then probe the folds of it

Fiendishly til you cum about infinity times

And baby that isn’t a crime

I’m going down

I’m going down

I’m going down

On you

Given our planet’s gender ratio

It’d be a mockery glossing over fellatio (there he go)

Meaning that really fucking quick

I gotta touch on sucking dick

Many guys visualize giving BJs And say eww

But can we just please give smoking pole a calm objective view?

I’m pretty straight, but I’ll state: sexuality’s an arc

Maybe I can suck a flashlight so my soul will not be dark

Why couldn’t I get sexual with a man at all?

At thirteen I was in my bedroom fucking stuffed animals

If I can bang an inanimate object

Can’t I jam the crotch of a man in my jaw and softly massage it?

Fellas vomit like what if the sausage is smelling hella funky?

Don’t you wash your fucking junk, B?

Of course I wouldn’t devour icky salami

But that goes the same for encountering stinky punani

So in this scenario where I brush my teeth with a penis

Let’s assume that the penis we’re dealing

With sparkles the cleanest of all

Penis penis on the wall

With those well proportioned balls

I’m going down

I’m going down

I’m going down

I’m going down

I’m going down

Down, down, down

I’m going down

So let’s say you’re okay with your lips around a cock

But you still can’t wrap your mind around the final moneyshot

Don’t give up! if the nut is what truly makes it foul

Then just get him close to busting and hand him a paper towel

Yup! no gravy on your chin!

Yup! everybody wins!

Yup! squirrel to an acorn

Dudes like to look at dicks in their straight porn

Put your hands up if you got hangups

Put your hands up if you got hangups

If I could get with it I’d have a wider ocean I’m fishing in

But I’m inhibited by my social conditioning

So where my head’s at present the odds are gloomy

That I would agree to feast on a D that’s presented to me

But I’m not officially ruling out

That at some point in my life I’ll have a dingaling in my mouth