White shirt now red
My bloody nose
Sleepin' while
Wearing pantyhouse
Queefin' around like
No one knows
Think you're Jake Gyllenhaal
Braces on both my
Teeth for you
Don't say spanking's for kids
I do what I want
When I'm wanting to
My butt so spankable
So you're a fat guy
Shirt covered in flames guy
Man, even your name's guy
Bleach all in your hair style
I'm cool type
Get boners in school type
Scared to swim in pools type
I see girls, I drool type
I'm a french fry, bitch
I'm a french fry, bitch
Gold teeth, gold neck
My wrist is gold
Gold head, gold shoulders
Shoulders, knees and toes
That guy, worth less if he was sold
'Cause he's not made of gold
Danny is just misunderstood
Sleeps 8 hours
Just like you should
I heard his music
It's kind good
It isn't terrible, oh no
Dad guy, ain't no holdin' dad guy
Come off like I'm dad guy
Always got your dad guy
Yeah I'm the old type
Completely made of gold type
Speak Spanish 'cause it's mad type
Latino on my dad's side
I'm like "5'9" [woah-ooh]
Leave something kind
Of sad, like "I'm alone"
You say I'm past my peak?
I mean
I got bullied in high school back when
I was known for fucking my trombone
