Early Retirement ft. UnoDeuce Lyrics

She wanna fuck me cause I'm beautiful

Waking up I still got pussy juices on my cuticles

Groupies bring the hula hoop to show us what that booty do

And if the booty cute we getting loopy in the Subaru

If she lubin up for Uno then she better lube me too

And when we're through I kick her out so I can view some Looney Tunes

Here with Unodeuce just Rollin doobies watching scooby Doo

Those with synesthesia see our verses as a rubix cube

Hit the stew like self harm

Slash my verses in my arm

If she sounding the alarm

Eat the pussy chicken parm

Spit some heat to keep her warm

Leave some gunk up on her garm

Hit some chickens with the charm

Leave em smelling like a farm

Pop some ecstasy and fist her while we're watching final jeopardy

I got her screaming holy Christ like she was having sex with Jesus

Want a classic record Stewnodeuce could be the recipe

My dick got like a hundred balls, call that shit a centi-penis

Check your inbox, I sent a penis

Ayo Stew, can you see I got a chubby

Know why? I saw my grandma in her Huggies

I had felt it getting moist when she was reaching in to hug me

Now the roles reversed and I can tell her that her cheeks are pudgy

I mean damn

I'm tryna pork, her ass is like a ham

I ain't know this what she meant when she was bussing out the yams

I shoulda known this bitch was horny, she was tryna dig up gramps

Like a grave robber, then she came and slobbered on my hands

She's a crazy and demented Alzheimer's prime candidate

The pussy so loose that I can put my whole hand in it

And stew can come over, have some dinner, dimly candle lit

And we can use the same strap you used to fuck grandpa with

Gram fuck me

Treat me like a slut please

Like the dudes you used to put it on up in the buggies

Fuckin' on the train tracks, we can make it dusty

Imma fuck the COPD outcha til your lungs bleed

Y'all been busy with that goat talk, meanwhile

We were leaving granny bow legged yeah we

Made her do that scrote walk, taught her how to throat cock

Even though her pussy's been around longer than folk rock

Even though she's 85 and still she tryna smoke rock

Her panties got a do not enter sign that shit is roped off, oh god

Still we in it anyway, spit roast

Bitch got room for double dick and fists and even big toes

With a Bush so big it's like the cooter wore a mink coat

Had her screaming louder than the time she won the bingo

Me and stew touching tips up in a war vet

Bombin Vietnam before the dude was even born yet

Off the meds, thinks she's fuckin Elvis in a corvette

I'll blow her back out and continue to make the corpse wet

Me and stew short of breath and so we take a breather

Move to room 11, Eleanor with the famous beaver

Borderline dead, to fuck we had to pay the reaper

Put the bitch to sleep with backshots, call it anus-thesia