Swingin' Lyrics

I'm swinging

Swinging where it counts

Drain me by the ounce

Feel a little bounce in my step

I'm hanging

And today I'm swanging

Would you like to wrangle my dangle

And see me from an angle on the ground

I'd like to see your mound

The love that we have found

Is gonna be gravy on the turkey of our sex

I'm giving Triple X as a rating to the style of our mating ooh wee

I'm swinging

Swinging for the fence

Digging where you're dense

But first I gotta dig through the frosting on your cake

The messy love we make

The weed that we intake

Call me Sir Loins then you dine upon my steak

Supping on my meat

Don't be so discreet

I feel your saliva just dripping on my feet

Wait until you try the pupu platter

Can't touch the stereo knob

When I'm listening to Bob Marley make it throb

I'm working at the job that I'm here to do

Picture me and you just covered in the goo we produce

Spewing all the juice from our gushy loins

I'll lick ya where your tushy joins your little taint

And then I'll go hard in da paint

Might make your mama faint

I'm swinging

Swinging with my dingus

Just trying cunniligus

To see if I can swing into your inner space

With your beaver on my face

I likely can replace my face mask

And eat you for breakfast

Put some syrup on my dong

I stripped away your thong

To release the batter for my pancake jam

Directly on your clam

A place I like to slam my poetry

I'm swinging