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letra de ridin' slidin' penis glidin' - hydracoque

[intro]
and of course, you will learn to suck c-ck with perfect mastication and accent
because d-ck is all you need

[verse 1: narrator]
a-a-ayo, where my d-ld- at?
n-gga, you already know my d-ck fat
hit from the back while smoking crack
sh-t’s so strong you gon’ have a heart attack!

yeah, hydracoque here, and i’m ’bouta tell you a tale
about two g-y ass n-ggas, one dead, the other no bail
one locked inside a casket, the other inside a jail
and both of these n-ggas surely endin’ up in h-ll

[chorus]
we were ridin’, slidin’, p-n-s glidin’
i just wanna f-ck on ’bout twenty-five men
ridin’, slidin’, p-n-s glidin’
this journey, when will it end?

we were ridin’, slidin’, p-n-s glidin’
i just wanna f-ck on ’bout twenty-five men
ridin’, slidin’, p-n-s glidin’
g-y n-ggas make my p-n-s extend
[verse 2: narrator]
don’t bite up more than you can chew
don’t take more d-ck than you can handle
i once knew a n-gga who lost it and shot up his tabernacle
all for deprivin’ him of c-ck, that sh-t’s his one and only love
and now up in the cage he’s locked with nothin’ but his lonely nerves
lord of bums, save his b-n-r for his only way to cum from his own rub
he has not a dresser bed nor a tub
not an object to f-ck his ass, not a d-mn assumption of cumming
all this n-gga takes for granted is his p-n-s and his bum
hasn’t yet found out how to cream, which is his thumb
for all the times he’s linked with these n-ggas and then f-cked up in his peen and thinking nuts
can’t flee this p-n-s dome
but he can’t even help it, as a child i said he was yelled at
if he did get down on his knees and then started to please, this n-gga was belted
and occasionally with bottles he was pelted
some say that he’s got shards of the glass inside his ass, the cheek that is welted
this n-gga once saved up for a d-ld-, but that sh-t got stolen and melted
into ice for n-ggas’ grills. wasn’t nice, but bro wasn’t jilted
he thought he was the sh-t, but ain’t n0body else smelled it
when he shoved his d-ck in asses, man, ain’t n0body else felt it
n-gga failed all his classes thinking that it wouldn’t do much
but in exchange this n-gga learned nothing else but to do b-tts
he kept on shooting s-m-n until he couldn’t even shoot much
everything was sticking to him, just all that this dude touched
and everything was sticking to him becoming ingrained
his thumb up some n-ggas’ asses, because of it, he would claim
[bridge: narrator & caged n-gga]
that other n-ggas who don’t cum from it just soften when they sucked on his c-ck
wasn’t the same, but he had plenty men that he could name
but not many men would be playing his games (f-cking k!ll me)
for that he was mentally pained, somewhat deranged, and slowly drove him insane
the shaft that once stood tall like a crane now scarred and eaten away
but surely claimed
no solace, only [?]

[verse 3: narrator]
his d-ck was claimed by the consequences of what he could never envision
his n-ggas would tell him to calm down, but the n-gga would never listen
he was smoking a lot of c-cks, he was smoking a lot of potty, but he never had one to p-ss in
he just stared at flashing lights [?] if they glistened
chasin’ c-ck left him empty inside. ain’t it ironic?
just wanted s-x with the guys, but didn’t always want it
he just wanted to cum, but was too stubborn to use his own bum
plumbing his bum onto other n-ggas, so he was bummed, and they were done

[chorus]
we were ridin’, slidin’, p-n-s glidin’
i just wanna f-ck on ’bout twenty-five men
ridin’, slidin’, p-n-s glidin’
this journey, when will it end?

we were ridin’, slidin’, p-n-s glidin’
i just wanna f-ck on ’bout twenty-five men
ridin’, slidin’, p-n-s glidin’
g-y n-ggas make my p-n-s extend
[verse 4: narrator]
s-xuality is powerful, sometimes too much so
many n-ggas runnin’ ’round finna pound and nut slow
finna bust slow on a b-tthole but only if that n-gga’s b-tt swole
and some of these n-ggas is violent, vicious, suspicious, and honestly cutthroat
literally, they’ll cut throats, they’ll do it after they f-ck throats
leavin’ a n-gga bleeding blood and s-m-n, covered in nut ropes
recorded, uploaded and used their last words as f-ck quotes
d-mn, these n-ggas are savages, some throat-thrustin’ nut goats
one of these big n-ggas in particular had a really big b-tt-breaking, b-tt-busting, cream-titillating ting-tickler
and he used it as a blood trickler, a cum litterer, and he was a ball dribbler
he put his b-lls in n-ggas’ baskets while his d-ck was squirt
he was a k!ller, not an axe murderer, b-tch, an ass murderer
a big black prolapsed, pulverizin’ booty crack burdener
nothing made his big staff more erect than when these n-ggas died during prolapsation after b-tts-x
whose b-tt would he take next? anybody
he had no standards, no mercy, he’ll drop anybody
leaving a n-gga dead and rottin’, smiling as his head was droppin’
plans he was erectin’, plottin’
after bodies he was dissecting, robbing
axe on the life, then externalizing internal organs
real dirty sh-t that would make these n-ggas churnin’, contortin’
then he would splurge and p-rn with more n-ggas he burned and tortured
all their hope is forlornness, n-gga’s demented horrid
what a godd-mn piece of sh-t, this n-gga needs to die
a sentiment shed by countless n-ggas outplottin’ on his life
a d-ck for a d-ck, b-lls for b-lls, an eye for an eye
he needed to put down his shaft, and the g-y n-gga creampie and say “goodbye”

[skit: vile n-gga, narrator & voice in vile n-gga’s mind]
sh-t, n-gga, i need to stop this sh-t
f-ck, they’re gonna k!ll me, n-gga!
after all, it wasn’t just them, he was wrecked inside
ayo, i know you hear me, n-gga
i’m the voice inside your ass that keeps you awake at night
the inner consciousness deep inside your hole, soul
look in front of you, n-gga. a brighter path still awaits
all you need to do is take a step

[verse 5: narrator, voice in vile n-gga’s mind, vile n-gga & caged n-gga]
a vile n-gga with no guidance or direction
whenever he drilled and k!lled guys, he’d get erections
releasing blood and seed, this was his reckoning if i’d reckon
but the voices in his bussy let him know that this sh-t was wrecking
his life up. passionate with other men, but when he clapped it lacked passion like he was swine
he had delusions of grandeur, thinking his ass cracks divine
naturally, this n-gga didn’t ever want to meet his end
so he listened to the voice as it was his only friend
[?] (i guess)
[?] (nah, n-gga)
n-gga, i’m glad you listenin’ to my ramblings
or else [?]
that n-gga said
i’m done with this life, i’m leaving that life behind, n-gga
no longer spilling blood just like wine, n-gga, whenever i get behind n-ggas
matter of fact, i’m not getting behind them at all
i’m done with the f-ggotry, time for as-xuality, that sh-t is my call
no longer in male asses will i be splurging
gonna head my ass over to the place of worship and let the priest relieve my burdens, n-gga
and not in a s-xual way, i do not mean that in a s-xual manner
i need to put the nail deep into the coffin with my h0m-s-xual hammer
before i end up in a slammer, or before that sh-t happens literally
before i’m buried six feet deep underneath for the times i’ve been ripping bussy
can’t you b-tch n-ggas just see, my history’s splittin’ for me
for holy purposes, not for h0m- purposes, i’ma get up my knee
and so ends this n-gga’s reign of s-xual terror
he’ll be confessing all his sins, he always felt free to share them
what has changed is now that he’s got regret for what he has done
spreading messages of peace, picking up the mic and dropping the gun
and he did that on that very day, but there was a problem
the door opened, and op n-gga ran in and wanted to solve him
ayo n-gga, you that n-gga that k!lled my husband about three and a half years ago
what you talking about, n-gga? yeah, and i found out later ’cause i was out drinking beer with bros
i got home, found out, d-mn, that n-gga is missing. the way to be found got me feelin’ suspicious
i checked every room including the bathroom and the kitchen
i noticed some faded out stain on the wall, n-gga
possibly blood, and that sh-t contained the fingerprint right from his left ball, n-gga
i’m sorry, don’t follow at all, n-gga
shut the f-ck up n-gga, you know you did it. oh my god, n-gga
i checked the camera tapes right after, bro, i f-cking saw it, n-gga
you f-cked him in the ass, k!lled him, and stole his b-lls, n-gga
dragged him into the bathroom, can only assume that he was dissolved, n-gga
what did you do? mix a strong acid and the base, little b-tch?
think i wouldn’t find out? you’re the reason my n-gga got erased, little b-tch
your mask slipped for about a few frames, i saw your face, little b-tch
plottin’ since that day. i think i’m gonna catch a case, little b-tch
oh my god, i finally found you. no, no, don’t do it. your screams gonna be your last sound, dude
and with that, thirty shots rapidly rang out, who
could have done this sh-t? well, the n-ggas now in the pound doom
two n-ggas met the fate and finished each other’s stories
one goes away quietly, the other bl–dy and gory
the fates connected by a few frames inside a recording
both n-ggas gone without fame, without glory
both n-ggas’ names only shamed by those reporting
and now, both of these n-ggas forever gone
only legacy is a mention within this song
n-ggas be enslaved by the p-n-s and sequined dongs
but they can never enjoy in moderation
cut up with them and then erase them
life’s not as long as their c-cks, some n-ggas is lost
some n-ggas never find a way out
forever trapped in the abyss of n-gga d-cks
and sh-t goes on without the life if it’s what they can’t live without
aight, man, hydracoque out this b-tch, n-gga
you know, i really gotta go smoke some crack and then suck a c-ck, n-gga
goodbye, n-gga
ouchie, man (ouchie, man, ouchie, man, ouchie, man)

[outro]
we were ridin’, slidin’, p-n-s glidin’
i just wanna f-ck on ’bout twenty-five men

- hydracoque

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