Here I’m sitting watching TV Heaving a fun time with my wee-wee Because of you the news are getting sexy They’re information and self-penetration I think there’s violence in your kitchen Your lips are so full they’d give a BJ with no friction The microphone is looking like my penis Trembling around your lips filling your face with my jizz Your airtime is my heroin And masturbation is my needle You talk about some child starvation I apply the lubrication You say last week an airplane crashed An explosion happens in my pants I feel myself Drowning in this Mess I summoned With my penis For months we had a perfect relation But now I crave to come some More, I need the perfect erection More More More More Forty screens and eighty tits is what I found In the mall where I go to… Satisfy my Lust, I can’t control it anymore My penis is red tits around my head Tit tornado My consciousness is leaving me Ecstatic shivers bend my knees I’m seizing Still rubbing I’m gonna hit the floor so hard Butt-naked they’re gonna find me Masturbating Now I’m sitting in a jail cell With no TV – No play for my wee-wee Arrested for public masturbation I miss the media – And the news from your station But then you show up at the prison To interview the pervert soul I can’t believe it’s happening to Me I think I’ll lose control But when I saw you in live action I see the flaws below your waist Your fat thighs and Your short legs are Turning me of my Addiction