Aztrosist - Food Stars Rap lyrics

I just wanna f** so many cooking stars man! They're all just so hot! Masturbate to Guy Fieri, filet me Skullf** me and lambaste me, Fieri Milkin' his titty, oh baby! You treat me like such a lady, so shady! Fistful of Fieri spaghetti, I'm ready You crazy meaty frosted tip yeti So creepily sweaty, better call the cops This man's too s**y, ayyy! Guy Fieri, Guy Fieri, skullf** me, Guy Fieri Guy Fieri, Guy Fieri, please skullf** me, Guy Fieri Papa's in the house, what's up? Hands in the air, wake the f** up! Papa bout to give you a mouthful Papa likes it when you tug and pull Spoonful of co*k and then some Handful of balls and then cum You're a**hole's filled with more than his thumb 'Cause he's playing your balls like a snare drum Ba da ba ba, Papa's in the house! Ba da ba ba, Papa's in the house! Bi di di di bi di di di, Papa's in the house! Bi di di di bi di di di, Papa's in the house! Don't forget about Bobby Flay He's gay and he's here to play Look up, there he is, in your driveway Through your doorway Midway to the phone, it's mayday! He's got your dick on the runway Cheating on his wife like an action replay Metaphorically bashing eggs like he's a sundae As he widdles away at your small little pecker He's thinking about when he f**ed your sister (UGNH!) Uh, it's Bobby Flay, Bobby Flay, Bobby Flay, Bobby Flay Paula Deen, the queen She's about to dryclean Your co*k like a trampoline Diet full of fats and protein Hygeine worse than a 16 year old fapping machine It's obscene but she's about to quarantine Your dick into the unseen Fat rolls like a face full of nicotine Green bean, she's elephantine A living meme, it'll take more Than a weighing machine to get the weight on This human vending machine Oh! Oh! Oh! [coughs] Paula Deen, Paula Deen, the queen of the gluttony meme, Paula Deen Paula Deen, Paula Deen, fistf** me, Paula Deen Mario Batali Fat f** rolls up in his Lambo Ferrari Looks like a big round ravioli, so slowly Looks like he sees some tasty guacamole Here he is, in your a**hole Kicking his balls in there like you're the goalie Holy, holy HOLY, HOLY!!! HOLY sh*t! UH! UGH, GOD! He's going hard, putting his pepperoni in your bologna This is some kinda creepy s**y food ceremony So unholy. Holy. God, why. WHY! Mario Batali, Mario Batali, looks like a big round ravioli Mario Batali, Mario Batali, please f** me, Mario Batali I've had enough with this rap song now. I kinda feel really disgusting. Although Guy Fieri actually turns me on, that part was true. Um, I'm going to masturbate now... f** my life [coughs]. [in the background] fu*k MY LIFE!