Jason CAstoro

Lyrics

Lay down baby gonna feed you tonight
Mama's got a dish'll do your tummy just right
Say there baby I'll be finding my place
Fresh from my oven and all over your face
Ain't no pudding or cake that can match
Finger licking goodies sliding down your hatch
Smile little honey it'll get you real high
Dipping my pimentos in your bloodshot thighs
I know that I'm out of my mind
My bakery one of a kind
Feel something across your behind
And I can really go for some
Say there sister are you medium rare?
Doesn't really matter when I'm going down there
Can't scream a vowel unless you're ready to blow
Up from your bowels and all over the floor
I know that I'm out of mind
My bakery one of a kind
Feel something across your behind
And I can really go for some
Creepy crawly greasy bitchcake eight legs black eyes spider pie
Web snot gunshot poison red hot itsy bitsy spider pie
What;s wrong baby don't you like what you taste?
Ain't no bigger sinner than a patron who wastes
Look here sugar don't you know who I am?
Mad baker in your oven taste it again
I know that I'm out of my mind
My bakery one of a kind
Feel something across your behind
And I can really go for some
Creepy crawly greasy bitchcake eight legs black eyes spider pie
Web snot gunshot poison red hot itsy bitsy spider pie

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