Jorma Taccone - Rock Roll Skate lyrics

[Intro] Y'all ready for this [Hook] You're a motherf**ing titty s**ing two ball b**h With a popcorn p**y and a full on dick [Verse 1] I got a 40, dog! What you wanna do? I got my dick hard, yeah we do too I put a dick in your ear, co*k in your minds Sac-Town represent we came to drop bombs Rolling with my brothers, pipe bomb sh** Smoking cotton candy with some rain drops in it Sac-Town president two years straight Check the yearbook, most likely to penetrate Cops tryna get me, take me under with the stunner Pigs you could s** my dick, so take a number [Hook] Rock, roll, skate Eat a bag of sh** Rock, roll, skate Eat a motherf**ing dick You're a motherf**ing titty s**ing two ball b**h With a popcorn p**y and a full on dick Style Boyz in the house and we gives a f** So whip out your nuts and shut the f** up [Interlude] Calling all cars, be on the lookout for three intoxicated young men wearing a Starter jacket, expensive j**elry, Girbaud jeans, and big dicks [Verse 2] I'm on the boardwalk, cold eyes of a cougar Selling devil's rock with a hand on my luger Kid Brain back to 80 with the ladies Every fourth girl I mother crush like crazy My penis, the h-o-t-ness Girls give me so much brain and I'm a genius This is that rock-roll music, that co*k pole music So get your face out of my face before I bruise it [Hook] Rock, roll, skate Eat a bag of sh** Rock, roll, skate Eat a motherf**ing dick You're a motherf**ing titty s**ing two ball b**h With a popcorn p**y and a full on dick Style Boyz in the house and we gives a f** So whip out your nuts and shut the f** up