I Don't Wanna Go to Heaven (If There's No Shloppy Toppy) Songtext
von Scoochie Boochie
I Don't Wanna Go to Heaven (If There's No Shloppy Toppy) Songtext
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, yes
What the fuck
Oh my god chips
Dadquest
Dadquest
Scoochie Boochie
Scoooooooochie
Booch
(bong hit)
I don′t wanna go to heaven if there ain't no head
It′s supposed to be a paradise, it makes no sense
To spend the afterlife acting like lame old plebs
Instead of getting sloppy toppy
In an angel's bed
Forever is a long time to not suck dick
Especially when everybody's perfectly fit
I′m sure that it′s lit
Playing harps on clouds
But for forever?
We're gonna need some parts in mouths
Okay I know that′s gross
But I'm not lying
If there′s no throat
Then I'm not dying
I′ll just keep surviving
Until I see that slurp in writing
I'll be like 400 years old
Nothing left but a bag of bones
When they send angels take me home
I'll be like, no, I need that dome
Know we got top on this side
But we don′t know what it′s like
I would be pissed if I did die
Find out it's a no from the big guy
Follow my logic, top is a blessing
Why would it stop when we got up to heaven?
That′s not to mention a lot of the women
Who also get something from tonging the brethren
She is the GOAT, why would you bench em?
She got that throat, we should respect it
She is a pro at providing that tension
We could spend centuries edging
Think of the saints you made
Who ain't afraid to take a dang dong
Seems like a crazy waste
To make the ladies wait that long
She is the best of the best
That′s like if Shakespeare came here
And all of the rest of us said
Put down the feathery pen
What the fuck
Oh my god chips
Dadquest
Dadquest
Scoochie Boochie
Scoooooooochie
Booch
(bong hit)
I don′t wanna go to heaven if there ain't no head
It′s supposed to be a paradise, it makes no sense
To spend the afterlife acting like lame old plebs
Instead of getting sloppy toppy
In an angel's bed
Forever is a long time to not suck dick
Especially when everybody's perfectly fit
I′m sure that it′s lit
Playing harps on clouds
But for forever?
We're gonna need some parts in mouths
Okay I know that′s gross
But I'm not lying
If there′s no throat
Then I'm not dying
I′ll just keep surviving
Until I see that slurp in writing
I'll be like 400 years old
Nothing left but a bag of bones
When they send angels take me home
I'll be like, no, I need that dome
Know we got top on this side
But we don′t know what it′s like
I would be pissed if I did die
Find out it's a no from the big guy
Follow my logic, top is a blessing
Why would it stop when we got up to heaven?
That′s not to mention a lot of the women
Who also get something from tonging the brethren
She is the GOAT, why would you bench em?
She got that throat, we should respect it
She is a pro at providing that tension
We could spend centuries edging
Think of the saints you made
Who ain't afraid to take a dang dong
Seems like a crazy waste
To make the ladies wait that long
She is the best of the best
That′s like if Shakespeare came here
And all of the rest of us said
Put down the feathery pen
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