Futret Big Biscotti Bucks Lyrics

Dunkin my biscotti in my coffee

Cos you know I am a hottie

And it feels so naughty

When you touch my mocha body

Do me a favour and savour

The flavour of my lips

Cos that taste wont go to waste

When it's creepin to your hips

Never stop bustin rhymes any time

Got this cervine behind, my ass is too fine, don't get left behind

When I'm hittin on your guy, on your stag

In the sack, I'll puck up the slack and get his chest to my back

Then we're ruttin and buckin and futtin and fuckin every night we're

Shut in with each other just like any other guy I could get up in

You're nothin cos around here you could go ask any stag

And they could give you 50 reasons why I got my swag

Blue handkerchief in the back of my pants, sir

You're lookin like you go for the boys with the antlers

I'm in the in the headlights, shakin bootly left and right

You're in luck, buckerfucker cos I'm here all night

Throw those hooves up right over my shoulders

Cos I seen the way you look at me, doefriend, when you smoulder

Come here, queer deer and shake that thing around

Cos you get me so high that I gotta go down