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connor wood - skeet bucket lyrics

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you can tell anybody that i’m a freak
i’ll take a sh-t in your kitchen sink
if that’s a problem – you can bite me
will that turn me on? it’s very likely

i ain’t playin around, i am going to town
bring your toes right here, bring em by the pound
got a skeet bucket – on my left and right
get the nipple clamps – we f-ckin tonight

i love hot wax – dripping down my back
tie me up and beat me in a burlap sack
bite my b-llsack, i’m addicted to the pain
im sniffing something out your crack, its cocaine!

bathin in that lube like its water
i’m coming in, it’s about to get hotter
keep your eyes on your legal age daughter
got her – shes mine now, gotta blast goddard

skeet in a bucket
skeet in a sock
she touch on the nuts
she touch on the c-ck
took my glock on a walk down your block
you picked scissors but i picked rock

it’s a struggle, and the attempt isnt wasted
turn you over in the oven , turkey i’ll baste it
checking me out like d-mn hes interesting
ice so clean it’s like goddam listerine

drip so hard that it falls off the walls
rhymes sweat so far coast down my b-lls
ain’t no rhyme ’less its said in history
f-ck you know about this white boy mystery?

b-tch so hungry, eats paint off the pole
trying these rhymes, leaving you unwhole
ideas so bright it’s like a godd-mn lightbulb
ain’t suprised if this sh-t will be playin in a night club

running that skeet bucket near and far
photosynthesis, science subpar
checking this track from the bottom of the pit
p–p city where you at, it’s a muhf-ckin hit

skeet in a bucket
skeet in a sock
she touch on the nuts
she touch on the c-ck
took my glock on a walk down your block
you picked scissors but i picked rock

v–gr- in my lean call that c-ckhardt
chain on my neck no it didn’t come from walmart
got my meat wet in the back of a dodge dart
and that coochie sweeter than a motherf-ckin poptart
you know that i’m a rockstar
call me yung cupid with a bow i be shooting out hearts
my d-ck always rock hard
guess that you’re in jail because you’re way behind my bars

yeah that’s on my gang
call me con-crete cause i’m hot but i be coolin in the shade
try to catch this fade
i’ll have you knocked out like a roach when i got a can of raid
she tried to give me aids
b-tch tryna have me played do i look like an arcade?
skeet bucket blowing up like it’s a grenade
i be getting paid then it’s time for getting laid

skeet in a bucket
skeet in a sock
she touch on the nuts
she touch on the c-ck
took my glock on a walk down your block
you picked scissors but i picked rock

got a skeet bucket, gonna skeet
bored as f-ck so i’m pullin on my meat
no need for a face pic baby if you don’t mind
can i see some feet!

went from ramen to fettuccine
your b-tch in my room she touching on my weenie
gotta dip so i put on my heelies
f-ck around get 3 shots like a genie

uh boy boutta skeet
my aims -ss so i nutted on my sheets
your mcm has this song on repeat
skeet in a bucket then i sniff on her seat

it’s all about the motion in the ocean
but i don’t have a girl so i’m grabbing for my lotion
flinstone gummy now everything’s in slow motion
i’m bout toes baby i don’t care about your emotions

skeet in a bucket
skeet in a sock
she touch on the nuts
she touch on the c-ck
took my glock on a walk down your block
you picked scissors but i picked rock

- connor wood lyrics

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