Bacon Shoe - Cheesedick lyrics

You better get ready for the cheesedick sh** Cause I'm licking on a b**h while I smoke a cigarette Take my sh** with a grain of s**m They call it what they want when I tell 'em it's a germ But f** that, you can't wipe me off I'll sneak it through your a** so you better not cough Meatwad get the honies, see? But he don't get sh** when the b**hes see me I'm infected with the sh** you need From the dirt on my knees to my s**ual disease And I like cheese I like to rub it on my face Melt that sh** and pour it into a vase Get drunk with a midget named Frank I can hardly walk from smoking the dank It's out of sight then I'm doing it right You're gonna die like a pig Face swollen like a squid That's how I live I'm a demon at night My face turns red then I take a little bite Then I drink Sprite Because it rhymes with bite I know somebody's getting f**ed tonight And it ain't me I gotta crush like a fish And my fish wanna take a bath in piss So f** this I dick but I don't kiss You get this? I'll make sure that it's fresh Your ways are like a canker sore stuck on my face You made me feel stuck in a big loaded donkey leg My levelheaded friend told me 'f**' was an adjective And now I'm singing songs about my troubled reason to give Covered in baby powder and applesauce Mixed with cream of wheat and corn syrup Thrown down the stairs A bottle of insulin s**ing away at it And leaving me dry Hoping they can get the hole Standing beside a completely innocent specimen Addicted to camel toes and barbecued feet Rolling around in a pile of superglue Hoping that nothing will get stuck to you Fleeing from under cheese on a prostitute's forehead Now she's got diabetes of the blowhole Oh my god and my arm doesn't work I told my doctor and he made take it to work To have it an*lyzed and dissected, for real My glove is running thicker than the gravy on your meal Intestrizoidal system that will bring us all in To study up on ram's head and cantaloupe gelatin Kentucky never canceled out the need to sh** On anyone that ever wanted dibs on the clit The Senate doesn't take apart your stereo head The stretched-out belt drive is better instead A reason to think, a reason to cry You better get me to get you all hungry inside [x4]