I'm going down

I'm going down

I'm going down

On you

I'm breathing deep then I leap in

I'm going under

Like eating that V's the key to how we can beat global hunger

Achieve total peace on earth

I'm a freak I'm a local wonder

More lung capacity than Freddy Mercury vocal numbers

I plunder the briny deep

A spelunker plunging in hunkering down in between those puffy pink walls

Like a fallout bunker

And if never emerge to the surface don't gimme s**t

In twenty years I'm back like Kimmy Shmidt

Wassup

Hold up wait

Hold up wait

Cause I really gotta set one thing straight

I'm not chowing on the chocha so that you'll reciprocate

I just go in

Go in

No strings

No strings

Tastes great

Tastes great

Fun times

Vitamins

I got a wand tongue

I'm doing sorcery

If you don't want none

Well that's just more for me

I'm going down

On you

I'm going down on you like I like it but bruh I'm lyin'

Cause I don't like it I luh that s**t's my valentine

One tiny warning I'm dining on your gourmet form until the morning

Performing like it'll stop global warming

My pallet has got no equal

Talent could vanquish evil

And maybe make Rick Moranis be in the Ghostbusters sequel

One taste and I'm wailing "god bless"

God bless

Until you quiver I will not rest

Not rest

Licking repeatedly like your beaver's a square reader

And my tongue is a VISA debit card that failed to process

It's like the Miracle Worker and I'm blind and I'm deaf and dumb

Plus each inch my body's numb except for the tip of my tongue

And each Wikipedia topic's printed in microscopic raised ink on your clit

So the single option I got to know something about this wonderful globe that

We come from's to locate your swollen bean and then probe the folds of it

Fiendishly 'til you cum about infinity times

And baby that isn't a crime

I'm going down

I'm going down

I'm going down

On you

Given our planet's gender ratio

It'd be a mockery glossing over fellatio

There he go

Meaning that really f**king quick

I gotta touch on sucking d**k

Many guys visualize giving BJs And say "eww"

But can we just please give smoking pole a calm objective view

I'm pretty straight but I'll state：sexuality's an arc

Maybe I can suck a flashlight so my soul will not be dark

Why couldn't I get sexual with a man at all

At thirteen I was in my bedroom f**king stuffed animals

If I can bang an inanimate object can't I jam the crotch of a man in my jaw and softly massage it

Fellas vomit like "what if the sausage is smelling hella funky"

Don't you wash your f**king junk B

Of course I wouldn't devour icky salami

But that goes the same for encountering stinky punani

So in this scenario where I brush my teeth with a penis

Let's assume that the penis we're dealing with sparkles the cleanest of all

Penis penis on the wall

With those well proportioned balls

I'm going down

On you

So let's say you're okay with your lips around a cock

But you still can't wrap your mind around the final moneyshot

Don't give up if the nut is what truly makes it foul

Then just get him close to busting and hand him a paper towel

Yup no gravy on your chin

Yup everybody wins

Yup squirrel to an acorn

Dudes like to look at d**ks in their straight p**n

Put your hands up if you got hangups

Put your hands up if you got hangups

If I could get with it I'd have a wider ocean I'm fishing in

But I'm inhibited by my social conditioning

So where my head's at present the odds are gloomy

That I would agree to feast on a D that's presented to me

But I'm not officially ruling out

That at some point in my life I'll have a dingaling in my mouth