OOh BHanks why do you get mad?
In Baileys cheeks your dummy you've had,
Off to see Prime at Ye' Glory Hole,
You lick his behind and yank on his pole,
You pay men just to plow your ass-cheeks,
You do this, oh, every few weeks,
Emmie's undies wedged in your ass,
BHanks likes to dress like a Lass,
Dick-root pics for the men & the ghey's,
Brain is mush from the drug-fueled haze,
Nice french toast and that sausage slop,
BHanks dreams of Sulek on top,
Wants Sam to ram him in the behind,
It's how Brian likes to unwind,
Hanks gets mad cause the truth really hurts,
His loosened rectum, his Hershey squirts...
