[Verse]
He was a renegade, closeted nigga that didn’t pick the way of gay erotic actions
His mind was leading dick astray
Is this okay? Nah, we gotta bring out the truth
Therefore, KollosalKocks standing naked up in this booth
It all started off the Brenard heard a little song
About butt naked niggas that was gigglin’ and wearing thongs
Everything that he was taught was telling him it was wrong
So he laid up in his bedroom while pondering all night long
He drifted off to sleep, when in a dream, he was attacked
He felt thrusts and heard loud bangs of thunderstricken claps
He barely tried to fight it and smiled when he looked back
And saw a big buff black nigga annihilating his crack
Then he jumped up! What he just enjoyed was surely fucked bruh
He straight after all, ain’t no way that he would touch butt or touch us
That thought was the furthest off from the truth
Then he started fantasizing about penises when he pooped
He never spoke public or acted out any thoughts
“Shit, am I gay?”
Emotional state was lost
He gotta figure out what he is, forget the costs
Then he started excavating his prostate like it was lost
Repeat jizzin’, he a natural at booty diggin’
Everytime he flick his wrist, his fingers and toes be twistin’
His eyes rollin’ back and gave himself a nipple lickin’
This some sus ass energy that this nigga is emitting
B. thought that it was normal to booty blast while he fappin’
He mirrored gay porn flicks and he found a guy to match it
Insisted he was straight, but experimented with passion
He like white niggas, and I’m not talkin’ Michael Jackson (Hee hee)
Them pink peens sexy enough to make his cheeks scream
He wanna fuck until the nigga needs his sheets cleaned
Between things, he don’t care for no straight responses
A very strange reason his parents had named him Johnson
He can’t help it, he switched his life when he had felt it
Now he cross swords with niggas like vikings when they fighting celtics
His girlfriend called him out when she licked on his dick and smelled it
He be diggin’ in his ass, his girlfriend claim that he’s selfish
So she moved on, now he searchin’ for dudes to groove on
He swear he not a liar like black people with coupons
He too gone, how in the world do he think he straight?
He sweeter than sugar balls, hauls and chocolate cake
B. thought to himself and reflected on his mistakes
Conflicted on the thought that this man was never straight
Should he crawl out the closet?
If this is the case
Drop eggplants in the chat, if you can relate
He was a renegade, closeted nigga that didn’t pick the way of gay erotic actions
His mind was leading dick astray
Is this okay? Nah, we gotta bring out the truth
Therefore, KollosalKocks standing naked up in this booth
It all started off the Brenard heard a little song
About butt naked niggas that was gigglin’ and wearing thongs
Everything that he was taught was telling him it was wrong
So he laid up in his bedroom while pondering all night long
He drifted off to sleep, when in a dream, he was attacked
He felt thrusts and heard loud bangs of thunderstricken claps
He barely tried to fight it and smiled when he looked back
And saw a big buff black nigga annihilating his crack
Then he jumped up! What he just enjoyed was surely fucked bruh
He straight after all, ain’t no way that he would touch butt or touch us
That thought was the furthest off from the truth
Then he started fantasizing about penises when he pooped
He never spoke public or acted out any thoughts
“Shit, am I gay?”
Emotional state was lost
He gotta figure out what he is, forget the costs
Then he started excavating his prostate like it was lost
Repeat jizzin’, he a natural at booty diggin’
Everytime he flick his wrist, his fingers and toes be twistin’
His eyes rollin’ back and gave himself a nipple lickin’
This some sus ass energy that this nigga is emitting
B. thought that it was normal to booty blast while he fappin’
He mirrored gay porn flicks and he found a guy to match it
Insisted he was straight, but experimented with passion
He like white niggas, and I’m not talkin’ Michael Jackson (Hee hee)
Them pink peens sexy enough to make his cheeks scream
He wanna fuck until the nigga needs his sheets cleaned
Between things, he don’t care for no straight responses
A very strange reason his parents had named him Johnson
He can’t help it, he switched his life when he had felt it
Now he cross swords with niggas like vikings when they fighting celtics
His girlfriend called him out when she licked on his dick and smelled it
He be diggin’ in his ass, his girlfriend claim that he’s selfish
So she moved on, now he searchin’ for dudes to groove on
He swear he not a liar like black people with coupons
He too gone, how in the world do he think he straight?
He sweeter than sugar balls, hauls and chocolate cake
B. thought to himself and reflected on his mistakes
Conflicted on the thought that this man was never straight
Should he crawl out the closet?
If this is the case
Drop eggplants in the chat, if you can relate
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