Boutta Blow! DigBar & Jake Hole

[Intro: Jake Hole]
J-J-J-J-J-Jake Hole
I love you, Mr. Hole!

[Verse 1: Jake Hole]
I woke up too freaky, like, man, I feel restless
Running to the booty like I'm tryna run a business
Dude too skinny, need him thick with the breastses
Stroke game champion, let 'em know who the best is
Reckless, I don't need a jimmy, I'm a beast
Lay his butt on a table, 'bout to do him like a feast
When I'm done, I need floss, got something in my teeth
Take your booty in the night, then I'm gone like a thief
Big Jake with the cake, stretch booty like Finn's dog
Monеy in my hand, you would think I was a findom
Thought I was straight? Pipe down, 'cause you big wrong
Pipe down his throat thеn I ride on his big log
Ping-pong, back and forth with the balls
Butt like a fort so I break down his walls
He blow up my phone while I blow up the stall
Got boxers on the floor like leaves in the fall, huh

[Chorus: Jake Hole]
Lube it up, hop in, slide, huh
Think I'm 'boutta lose my mind, huh
I'm shy, look away, wave, "Hi!"
I love dating women, I lied
Peter Piper, certified web shooter
Gay pornstar, certified web shooter
Face down, cake up, for the man cooter
I think I'm about to blow