Ass Eatin’ Hours lyrics

[Intro: London Yellow & Dalla Dalla]
Erection alert, erection alert
Erection detection
Repeat, erection detection
There is an erection on this spaceship
And it's ready to blow, baby
It’s cold on my nuts, can I put them in your butt?

[Chorus: Dalla Dalla]
Woah, b*tch, eat some ass on a mothaf*ckin' Tuesday
Pulled out back, put my tongue in the booty
Poop gang, b*tch, give me ass, not the booty
Every f*ckin' Tuesday, eat it like a buffet
(Woah) b*tch, gimme ass on a mothaf*ckin’ Tuesday
(Woah) b*tch, eat some ass on a mothaf*ckin' Tuesday
(Woah) b*tch, eat some ass on a mothaf*ckin' Tuesday
Every f*ckin' Tuesday, eat it like a buffet

[Verse 1: Dalla Dalla]
11:59, late Monday night
One more minute 'til it's booty eatin' time
pus*y so big, I might just fall inside that hole
Lose my watch inside that hole
Shoot my Glock inside that hole, huh (Ba ba ba ba)
Do a number two, it's a risky, risky move
Yeah, I’m talking ’bout that hole
Where the stank is through the roof
Where it smell like dookie doo
Where there might be dookie doo
But I take a peek, it look like someone clean it with a broom
Hot-ass buns, baby lookin' like some toast
Finny good at the boogie, this b*tch lookin’ like a late night roast
Fantasy ass like fresh outta fast fiend, eat that better than most
f*ck that grass, I'm not cashin' ya pubes, and the ass need a wax, that's gross, whoa
Cooch and the ass, girl lookin’ back at 'em
Like oh, what's that? Just relax for 'em
I ain't f*ckin' up, sound like a pop
Don't sound like a Glock goin' ah bah bah
Crotch goin' up, ladies, they turned on
c*ck back pocket like hard as a rock
Lean back, got me like drop top car
Butthole fuel, play a little tune
[Chorus: Dalla Dalla & Sericuck]
Woah, b*tch, eat some ass on a mothaf*ckin' Tuesday
Pulled out back, put my tongue in the booty
Poop gang, b*tch, give me ass, not the booty
Every f*ckin' Tuesday, eat it like a buffet
(Woah) b*tch, gimme ass on a mothaf*ckin' Tuesday
(Woah) b*tch, eat some ass on a mothaf*ckin' Tuesday
(Woah) b*tch, eat some ass on a mothaf*ckin' Tuesday
Every f*ckin' Tuesday, eat it like a buffet (Yuh, yuh, yuh yuh yuh)

[Verse 2: Sericuck]
Hey, what up?
Sericuck and booty f*ck, yuh
di*k in her ass like a Mack truck
Then she suck the sh*t off (Literally)
Let's get to that real sh*t though
f*ck that regular side chick though
Bend that girl over like an axle
Then I eat her f*ckin' as*h*le
I stick my tongue inside and suck that sh*t out like I'm seffin' in gas
I stick my face be twitch the cheeks, and I motorboat her f*ckin' ass
I lay right down and it stinks, the ass
She can rim my ass, I'll eat her poo
With Martin knows like in the family Jew
I know it's f*ck her and I sniff her ass too
I got that f*cking scat b*tch
She wipes her ass, I eat that clean
I'm pursin' my lips right on her hole
And I simulate a fart, but I think we're gonna blow up
[Interlude]
(Oh) Skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet

[Verse 3: Dalla Dalla & Sericuck]
Fill my throat with gas, hoe
Let me eat your as*h*le
Talk punching your fart box
Throw that ass on my crotch
Show me on that Tuesday
Yuh

[Outro]
Ass, ass, ass, ass
Ass, ass, as*h*le, ass
Ass, ass, ass, ass
Ass, ass, as*h*le, ass
Ass, ass, ass, ass
Ass, ass, as*h*le, ass
Ass, ass, ass, ass
Ass, ass, as*h*le, ass