CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : ​west country

Oh! Tyler! (Sh*t, he's on fire!) God-damn it!
(He's on fire!) Tyler, you're on fire!
God-damn

I ain't got no d**k, sold my d**k to kids
When I f**k my wife, I put my balls in her lips
When I sh*t, I skid, my next-door neighbour's called "Ned"
I ain't got no head 'cause I sold my d**k

When I spit, it's sick, but I don't rap, I sing
Got an Asian friend; his name is "Ying"
He's the Ying to my Yang, I can't whip out my wang
'Cause I sold my d**k to a group of kids (God-damn i–)

I ain't got no d**k, sold my d**k to kids
When I f**k my wife, I put my balls in her lips
When I sh*t, I skid, my next-door neighbour's called "Ned"
I ain't got no head 'cause I sold my d**k

I miss the old Turkey, set on it's goals Turkey
The "Suck my d**k" Turkey, the "Rape my kids" Turkey
I hate the free Turkey, the lgp Turkey
The Charlie Clea' Turkey, the "F**king yeet" Turkey
Connor invented Turkey, there wasn't any turkeys
And now I have orgies with so many turkeys
And now I hate turkeys and now I rape turkeys
Man, f**k Turkey 'cause, now, I hate turkeys
I used to love Turkey, I used to love Turkey
I even had the white sticker, I thought I was turkey
Imagine if Turkey wrote a song about f**king turkeys
Man, that be so Turkey, man, that be so Turkey
I miss the old Turkey, set on it's goals Turkey
The "Suck my d**k" Turkey, the "Rape my kids" Turkey
I hate the free Turkey, the lgp Turkey
The Charlie Clea' Turkey, the "F**king yeet" Turkey

You're on fire!