Snatch Man, The Pickle Bois, ron - 12/18/2019 lyrics

Ok, Winston
This is the last time you will have
To hear me sing this song
'Cause I’m going go off,  going go off
Not a phrase, not a phrase
You fucking fool, that's not a phrase

There's 17 reasons why I can’t be with you
But on this day, I really wanna wish you
Happy Birthday happy Birthday

I've got a pungent pecker
Girthquake and it looks a little red
East London dungeon double-decker
If they wanna get to steppin'
Then we deuce-deuce double upper deckin' 'em
In the toilet by their kid's bedroom
Then they dubbin' us the hung-enough
Bulls to be cuckin' hubbies
Yeah, wifies love us
Putting face paint on ’em like
They goin’ to the MOMA
Then we huckin' cummies on they stomachs
Yelling Krakatoa
Toss a towel for the clean up
Point ’em toward the door
Cuz intimacy gimme bellyache
Make me wanna throw up so what, I'm a slut
I just think it's cute how you
Thought I'd maybe give a fuck

Happy Birthday happy Birthday

Disclaimer: this song wasn’t my idea
Snow's fallin' party's over
Hearts falling barely sober
Middle of the winter, sunlight running out
Mid-December, nothing to be jolly 'bout
Seasons affect but this ain't no disorder
Running to some hope like refugees
Fleeing 'cross the border
Emotion dehydration, running low on water
Scared of when my school
Becomes my alma mater
The only ocean I can see is your eyes
But, your vision always blinded
By the bad guys but before all is lost
We catch a glimmer of hope
An oasis in the desert
A faint trail of smoke
An answer to our prayers
To see what's underneath
Three months gone by december 18th