KlostrophobicPeaches is exceptionally obscene. She makes your faux RnB song sound like a lullaby. Not that she's any good, but it's worth listening to just because it so obscene.
daanAC/DC - Big Balls
Well I'm upper upper class high society
God's gift to ballroom notoriety
And I always fill my ballroom
The event is never small
The social pages say I've got
The biggest balls of all
I've got big balls
I've got big balls
They're such big balls
And they're dirty big balls
And he's got big balls
And she's got big balls
(But we've got the biggest balls of them all)
And my balls are always bouncing
My ballroom always full
And everybody cums and cums again
If your name is on the guest list
No one can take you higher
Everybody says I've got
Great balls of fire
I've got big balls
Oh I've got big balls
And they're such big balls
Dirty big balls
And he's got big balls
And she's got big balls
(But we've got the biggest balls of them all)
Some balls are held for charity
And some for fancy dress
But when they're held for pleasure
They're the balls that I like best
My balls are always bouncing
To the left and to the right
It's my belief that my big balls
Should be held every night
We've got big balls
We've got big balls
We've got big balls
Dirty big balls
He's got big balls
She's got big balls
(But we've got the biggest balls of them all)
(We've got big balls)
(We've got big balls)
And I'm just itching to tell you about them
Oh we had such wonderful fun
Seafood cocktail, crabs, crayfish
(But we've got the biggest balls of them all)
You can't beat a good double entendre
ShannonTool's "Prison Sex" is about child molestation, but because of Maynard's cryptic way of explaining stuff you wouldn't even have guessed that...
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Oops (Oh My)
f/ Fabolous and Missy
Tell you what I did last night
I came home, say, around a quarter to three
Still so high
Hypnotized
In a trance
From the start it, so butter and brown and tantalizing
You woulda thought I needed help from this feeling that I felt
So shook I had to catch my breath
Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head
Oh my
Oops, there goes my skirt dropin' to my feet
Oh my
Ooh, some kinda touch careesing my face
Oh my
Ooh I'm turning red
Who could this be?
I tried and I tried to avoid
but this thing was happening
Swollow my pride
Let it ride and party
But this body felt just like mines
I got worried
I looked over to the left
A reflection of myself
That's why I couldn't catch my breath
Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head
Oh my
Oops, there goes my skirt dropin' to my feet
Oh my
Ooh, some kinda touch careesing my face
Oh my
Fabolous:
Yea
Yea
Desert Storm
Yea
Fabolous
Yea
Tweet
Yea
Yea
Shortee I strickly wanna spank you,
The most I gotta do,
Is spell my name to get your vikki's to your ankles,
I'm serious mami,
You ****in with the kid,
A-K-A William H, Period, Bonny
You know I'm the type that be crushin and merkin
Havin' ladies touchin the herkin, blushin and smerkin,
Early in morning rushin for workin,
Screamin, oh my, F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S,
Each night I'm freakin,
An ma you ain't gonna talk me to death,
Cuz you got free nights and weekends,
Ghetto Fab's all over the place,
Oops, oh my there go my kids all over ya face,
Oh my
Missy:
(I looked over to the left)
Umm I was looking so good I couldn't reject myself
(I looked over to the left)
Umm I was feeling so good I had to touch myself
(I looked over to the left)
Umm I was eyein my thighs butter pecan brown
(I looked over to the left)
Umm comin outta my shirt and then the skirt came down
Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head
Oh my
Oops, there goes my skirt dropin' to my feet
Oh my
Ooh, some kinda touch careesing my face
Oh my
Ooh I'm turning red
Who could this be?
Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head
Oh my
Oops, there goes my skirt dropin' to my feet
Oh my
Ooh, some kinda touch careesing my face
Oh my
Ooh I'm turning red
Who could this be?
Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head
Oh my
Oops, there goes my skirt dropin' to my feet
Oh my
Ooh, some kinda touch careesing my face
Oh my
Ooh I'm turning red
Who could this be?
Ooh My
That song was writen from a line in a Robert Johnson song called "Traveling Riverside Blues". He also had a song called "Hot Tamales" and the lyric went, "Hot tamales, and they're red hot. Yeah, she' got'em for sale." Gil mentioned the other song of his with sexual innuendo.Ser0119Not as dirty as some of the rest, and I think most of it is from older blues standards (as is the case with a lot of LZ), but I immediately thought of The Lemon Song when I read the thread title.
Squeeze me baby, till the juice runs down my leg. The way you squeeze my lemon, I'm gonna fall right out of bed.
Because it sells.summitwhy can these songs can be published?!!!