Lyrics:
the one to flip on his dip, double or one
So I come to your buns like a frankfurter
Accepted in more circles than a shot putter
I suppose you, I surely
the one to flip on his dip, double or one
So I come to your buns like a frankfurter
Accepted in more circles than a shot putter
I suppose you, I surely
the one to flip on his dip, double or one
So I come to your buns like a frankfurter
Accepted in more circles than a shot putter
I suppose you, I surely
the one to flip on his dip, double or one
So I come to your buns like a frankfurter
Accepted in more circles than a shot putter
I suppose you, I surely
the one to flip on his dip, double or one
So I come to your buns like a frankfurter
Accepted in more circles than a shot putter
I suppose you, I surely
a machete, I had them tossed up in my telly
She knew Dreddy and the rest of the Sunz
Three o'clock, swallowed my cum, my frankfurter laid in her buns
the one to flip on his dip, double or one
So I come to your buns like a frankfurter
Accepted in more circles than a shot putter
I suppose you, I surely
the one to flip on his dip, double or one
So I come to your buns like a frankfurter
Accepted in more circles than a shot putter
I suppose you, I surely
the one to flip on his dip, double or one
So I come to your buns like a frankfurter
Accepted in more circles than a shot putter
I suppose you, I surely
dog man a hug
Even food cart vendors need some love
I'll give the hot dog man a hug
Cheers to the man with the hot dog buns
I'll give the hot dog man
exactly what I'm doin',
Exploring your body like a biologist,
Inventin' new ways just like a scientist,
Taggin' my name on your buns just like
a good
American
Should
A gunshot echoed loudly
The battle had begun
Not one second passed
But somehow buns were done
Death and Jim were flying
At speeds
a biologist,
Inventin' new ways just like a scientist,
Taggin' my name on your buns just like a printist,
While I'm hurtin' your ass just like a dentist,
turkey or pork
It's in a bun so you don't need a fork
Hot dog
Hot dog
Hot dog
Hot dog
I like mine with mustard on top
Over grilled boy it hits the spot
the sausage tonight
Get it right out of sight
Well a little chippolata
That points down to your toes
Is as good as a big Frankfurter
That reaches up to your
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