In the sandwich of love, crustin' and grossin'
She hasn't been laid in days
Now she's covered in Mayonnaise
She's a woman with no soul
She's got a guy in every hole
This is fun and sweet
We're the buns and she's the meat
In the sandwich of love, one below and one above
Over her body we shall roam
Let's hope she used birth-control foam
Even if she didn't who cares
When we play our musical chairs
Crustin', grossin', maxin'...
It's the sandwich of love, it's the sandwich of love
One below and one above
In the sandwich of love, crustin' and grossin'
Come on guys, let's put on a rubber
And dig into her blubber
Duce has to prove to be crass
He sticks his dick right up her ass
Sickie goes for a mount up front
He sticks his throbbing sickle in her c***
Mr. Can't was recovering from mace
So he sat on her head and jacked in her face
In the sandwich of love, one below and one above
In the sandwich of love, crustin' and grossin'...
It's the sandwich of love, one below and one above In the sandwich of love, crustin' and grossin' She hasn't been laid in days Now she's covered in Mayonnaise She's a woman with no soul She's got a guy in every hole This is fun and sweet We're the buns and she's the meat In the sandwich of love, one below and one above Over her body we shall roam Let's hope she used birth-control foam Even if she didn't who cares When we play our musical chairs Crustin', grossin', maxin'... It's the sandwich of love, it's the sandwich of love One below and one above In the sandwich of love, crustin' and grossin' Come on guys, let's put on a rubber And dig into her blubber Duce has to prove to be crass He sticks his dick right up her ass Sickie goes for a mount up front He sticks his throbbing sickle in her c*** Mr. Can't was recovering from mace So he sat on her head and jacked in her face In the sandwich of love, one below and one above In the sandwich of love, crustin' and grossin'... Explain Request ×
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