Chinese & Dickin Pt.1

[Verse 1: Digbar]

It was eleven o'clock on the dot

AM

It was time for some lunch

I wanted real food I dont be fucking with breakfast

So I wasn't fucking with brunch

So I picked up a friend

He live in the houses behind me

We both had us a craving for chinese

Walked in the restraunt ready to drop shit

Chinese nigga just gave me some chopsticks

We sat in the booth ordered our drinks

And we scouted the room

Only big men, we surrounded by dudes

I am not joking, there's thousands of dudes

But I wasn't tripping, got me some egg rolls and General Tso’s chicken

Chicken shout out KFC cause this shit finger licking

A man tapped my shoulder when I wasn't looking

He held out his hand, it was a fortune cookie

He told me "Pay better attention and open my eyes

And I will receive a big surprise"

I wiped off my eyes, there's three hundred niggas around me

They rubbing they thighs

And then they started moving closer ahead on my shoulder

At that very moment, I thought I would die

Then they picked me up, started carrying me to the back

So high, I thought I could fly

And things went black, literally three hundred niggas

They all tryna fit in me

I gotta escape y'all ain't taking my cake

I can't sit here and let all this niggas just finish me

[Verse 2: KolossalKocks]

I got your back, I'm a nympho, clinically

Booty is stacked fuck the smoke, I'm the chimney

It's a good thing, I'm a fan of polygamy

All of them niggas start twerking relentlessly

Killing me, drilling me, twerk wind lifted me

Hitting the dirt like a boy around ministry

Try to fuck back, but they dicks kept on blitzin' me

Digbar is screaming, (HIYAHH HIS DICK IN ME)

More of them coming, you gotta be shittin' me

Hitting his guts, they like chucky and tiffany

Ass tearing off, lost my backward mobility

Pelvis is broken, there's zero civility

We face the face, while they blowin' our backs out

Tracing our backs with their nails like a map out

They over T-bag and then pulled they sacks out

Titties and penis, good lord, it's a trap house

Slap on our asses when we start to twerk slow

Bruises on flesh while they watchin' our church show

Broadcast is live on the nest of the world no

Force feedin' nut down our throat, so the turds grow