Circumcision Proposition - Toast to the Gods lyrics

[Verse 1: Tory Kipple] ("Circumcision Proposition, granularity, ok") " My clique is tighter than fisting a virgin Your nervous as Delusional Thomas sh**tin' in Mervyns While you were on your knees playing my dick like a piccolo flute I was reclined back smoking ganja, sippin' a brew The sickening view of an intricate dude with illicit nudes of Hillary Cruz seducing a j** Explicit as a b**h in a coupe with the gear stick in her cooch shifting the gears as she t**ng her a** smoking the purps I like bis**ual tranny hoes with a big co*k Their dick is the stick to my fun dip, f** a ring pop Now s** my co*k to the beat of the Kids Bop bumpin' harder than the lines of the rock that i just chopped My body's cut like whippings given on slave boats You look like Leonardo Dicaprio when the sank boat I mean the boat sank, you know my flow stanks, hatin' on it is critical for me to become great I get better over time, red wine with old age I go get her cuz she fine, dime piece with bold taste She get wetter as she prime, fresh cut ribeye steak She write letters on thin lines, white cream for her cake Athletes foot on my cushion before the track meet Gold Bond powder to heal up all of my cracks B Backstreet Boys in the pa**enger and the back seats Jerkin off chickens and f**ing women with no feet (ahhhhh)" ("Circumcision Proposition, granularity, ok") [Verse 2: Tory Kipple] "This beat is off the hook, yeah thats granularity for ya The boredom exits the room when you enter the state of Joey Its noisy and i'm confused these dope chords are blowing the drums out of my dome, it's overflowing The cision is circum, the fission is nuclear And Hercules is about to f** a b**h in the a** with a strap-on attached And I dont give a f** about actual facts So don't quote me i've been huffing paint and smoking crack in the back of a cabin With Anakin Sky and Johnathan Madden I'm hoping I die as soon as Davy releases the Kraken I'm acting a fool on acid, walking the surface of Saturn's moons and jackin' off like i'm in amateur Brazzers auditions My vision is sicker than a syphilis dick in a blender I'm hot as a kamikaze after his plane hit the tower Now give me a shower I need to cool myself off like i'm Howard Stern watching Playboy bunnies strip off their clothes in a sauna I'm lava and magma with the karma to blast ya If you haven't heard the bird is the word and i'm here with your casket The magic is street and your d**h wasn't tragic Your Angel is Chis and your priest is a Catholic My nine is a tech, but the forty is Mickeys Got these hickeys all on my neck like i've been pimpin' these b**hes for centuries I walk with a limp while i'm grippin' my cane Got my suit and my top hat on like Dolemite 'Rudy Ray Moore' To come from us kids yeah we majored in pain I make decisions based on visions that I have in my brain I'm so sane, not in, and i'm out at the drive through My b**h got them French thighs she like it animal style I give it to her how Stifler gave it to Grandma Levenstein Explicit as the imagery can possibly ever be Herpe dicks and herpe clits may Hershey's Kiss Your purty lips and perky tits in thirty six Minutes replenish the Hennessy before we speak Let us have a toast to the gods baby we're f**in' sh** up"