Fat Sacks

[Verse 1: YZ Aubergine]
Spin down the pole, his buttcheeks quiver like I got them worried
Lil’ bro take cocks until he fart, room stank of beans and curry
Undefeated in this game of pipe, he nutted on my jersey
It’s getting more bloody in the sheets, just watch, I swallow kids like Kirby
Can’t safely go outside, I’m frightened of a stinky cervix
I’mma put my fist inside his tooshie, I’m going prostate searching
Buttfucking daemons every day, even got Satan twerking!
Dropping my buttcheeks, anus shouts, preaching the sodomy sermons!

Can’t be cool with straight men, I can only convеrt them into fruits
Do you want a lick? I stretch out foreskin into scrotal parachutеs
I’m in the scat! Bootyhole trenches! Mix it with semen, extracting the poo!
I’m losing my brain cells, give stupid head, call me the BBC buffoon
I bought five hotel rooms just for orgies, speedrun them all
Throat might turn to lagoons holding my sploogy reservoir
My anus better go discharge, this ain’t no charade…
It ain’t a happy day until I see a prolapse fall…
How many willies shall I slop? I might need a mop!

[Chorus: YZ]
Fat sacks, ass cracks
Fat sacks, scat stacked
Fat sacks, ass cracks

[Verse 2: Kolossal]
I got my dick out, leavin the bitch out
Tell bro ETA to his slot
Nigga, I invented the damn thug shaker
Telling you every nigga get topped
When booty at war, all of my gang there
Booty submerged in our slop
Nicknamed “skeet ass”, blow like three mans
Sending them right on up to Allah
Booty Macgyver, dived in a river of skeet
Right during ménage á trois
Shuck and jive with niggas have them tapping out from serving Kocks
Every nigga round me got ass
They throw it from the ground to sky
Shoot this cannon right at booties
Millirocking while it pop
I don't commit no crimes, put me behind bars, that booty dying
I’m too trench stackin bodies that I never meant to slime
Look at these black balls
None of you bitch ass niggas
No fappers ain’t doin’ behinds
I’m the voice, I got choice to let your prostate live or die
I spent a hunned on fellas, let’s go
I’mma give you my weapon
You can’t hide that penis be whippin
Big threat and it’s dying to get you
That dick is bound to trick you
Whirlwind, we flying to get you
If a nigga don’t die, you crippled
You ain’t know we would get you, rip you?
Now I ain’t talking pistols
Orgasm finna hit you!

[Chorus: YZ and Kolossal]
Fat stacks, ass cracks!
Fat stacks, scat stacks!
Fat stacks, ass cracks!