Krumpton's blumpkin
• Written by edalou
edalou's Notes
written from krumpton's perspective, was a challenge, is not a beef song.
Fill-ows=fellows
ho=hole
I wake up at six every day, every gay, sayin hi in every way.
last night, did a fade away on to ever dude who lay within my fluffy array
of pillows, leanin men over like weepin willows, these fill-ows get rough like brillo
rollin rillos to keep eachother's cheeks a-glow, never stop, does the sexual flow
over-flowed from lil' bro's booty ho, never close and when it get's close, it asks fo
new clothes, retro-techno, I.E. afro, or in other countries "neggro-hair-do"
But as I was sayin before I got carried away, explainin
how entertainin, the dicks are when they swangin, fuckin bangin
taste like lemon meringue n', I really do have a personality
it's behind me, and for a fee.
