1776 I'm George Washington
Just shit my pants and I ain't washing them
Right to a militia yeah that's bullshit
Don't need guns when I'm slinging this horse dick
Got wooden teeth but I still eat pussy
Leave 'em with splinters f*ck wet and gushy
Me and my homies we writing documents
Drinking that tea yeah we making governments
Founding Fathers' rapping time
They grow hemp and they can rhyme
Motherf*ckers on the dime
They hate the British
This beat's from colonial times
Back when ladies had fat behinds
Take me back to colonial times please Mr. Franklin
Ben Franklin didn't do shit
Menage a trois with a kite on his dick
When the lightning strikes it just gets bigger
Loading his musket two hoes on the trigger
I think the country's bird should be a turkey
Don't be a bitch unless you gonna jerk me
Yeah I lived in Paris because I'm a diplomat
Love those croissants and Parisian ass fat
Shower Poopers - Pounding Fathers Lyrics
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1776 I'm George Washington
Just shit my pants and I ain't washing them
Right to a militia yeah that's bullshit
Don't need guns when I'm slinging this horse dick
Got wooden teeth but I still eat pussy
Leave 'em with splinters f*ck wet and gushy
Me and my homies we writing documents
Drinking that tea yeah we making governments
Founding Fathers' rapping time
They grow hemp and they can rhyme
Motherf*ckers on the dime
They hate the British
This beat's from colonial times
Back when ladies had fat behinds
Take me back to colonial times please Mr. Franklin
Ben Franklin didn't do shit
Menage a trois with a kite on his dick
When the lightning strikes it just gets bigger
Loading his musket two hoes on the trigger
I think the country's bird should be a turkey
Don't be a bitch unless you gonna jerk me
Yeah I lived in Paris because I'm a diplomat
Love those croissants and Parisian ass fat
Just shit my pants and I ain't washing them
Right to a militia yeah that's bullshit
Don't need guns when I'm slinging this horse dick
Got wooden teeth but I still eat pussy
Leave 'em with splinters f*ck wet and gushy
Me and my homies we writing documents
Drinking that tea yeah we making governments
Founding Fathers' rapping time
They grow hemp and they can rhyme
Motherf*ckers on the dime
They hate the British
This beat's from colonial times
Back when ladies had fat behinds
Take me back to colonial times please Mr. Franklin
Ben Franklin didn't do shit
Menage a trois with a kite on his dick
When the lightning strikes it just gets bigger
Loading his musket two hoes on the trigger
I think the country's bird should be a turkey
Don't be a bitch unless you gonna jerk me
Yeah I lived in Paris because I'm a diplomat
Love those croissants and Parisian ass fat
Writer: Jarvis Humlick
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