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