The Last Year
Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 1:43 am
The Last Year by MC Paul Denyer
Hey Tim, I thought you should know
That since you've been gone I've been fucking your ho
Sometimes in your bed, sometimes in my bed
Sometimes in the flower bed by the garden shed
I want to tell you that I plan to treat her right
I plan to treat her right all night if you smell what I'm cooking
Sorry Tim but she's so good looking
That I stuck my willy in the first moment that you weren't looking
It all started at your funeral
I was staring at her breasts in that black dress
Tim, you weren't even cold
But they were two hot tits that I wanted to hold
So I consoled her, then I moved in
I comforted her with my uncomfortable dingaling
She felt sad and I felt bad
But then I felt her titties and assured myself you wouldn't be mad
In the last year since you died I've been fucking your bride
Hey eventually she had to fuck somebody else
So since you're deceased I've got myself a piece
And they're the best two breasts that my hands have ever felt
The last year's been good like the Goodyear blimp
We ate some chicken and some turkey and some shrimp
We celebrated your birthday
The same way we celebrate Friday through Thursday
With some sexual activity
I know if she had to be with somebody you'd want her with me
If you could, I'm sure you would have put her in your will
So I know I didn't take your pie from your window sill
It's not disrespecting your memory
When I'm on the couch inspecting her mammaries
So don't be mad at me, she's better off
Without me she'd be with David Hasselhoff
And David Hasselhoff is a fat sweaty fool
So be glad when you see us getting naked in a swimming pool
Before I go, one more thing
Thanks for dying and leaving her to me, Tim
In the last year since you died I've been fucking your bride
Hey eventually she had to fuck somebody else
So since you're deceased I've got myself a piece
And they're the best two breasts that my hands have ever felt
Hey Tim, I thought you should know
That since you've been gone I've been fucking your ho
Sometimes in your bed, sometimes in my bed
Sometimes in the flower bed by the garden shed
I want to tell you that I plan to treat her right
I plan to treat her right all night if you smell what I'm cooking
Sorry Tim but she's so good looking
That I stuck my willy in the first moment that you weren't looking
It all started at your funeral
I was staring at her breasts in that black dress
Tim, you weren't even cold
But they were two hot tits that I wanted to hold
So I consoled her, then I moved in
I comforted her with my uncomfortable dingaling
She felt sad and I felt bad
But then I felt her titties and assured myself you wouldn't be mad
In the last year since you died I've been fucking your bride
Hey eventually she had to fuck somebody else
So since you're deceased I've got myself a piece
And they're the best two breasts that my hands have ever felt
The last year's been good like the Goodyear blimp
We ate some chicken and some turkey and some shrimp
We celebrated your birthday
The same way we celebrate Friday through Thursday
With some sexual activity
I know if she had to be with somebody you'd want her with me
If you could, I'm sure you would have put her in your will
So I know I didn't take your pie from your window sill
It's not disrespecting your memory
When I'm on the couch inspecting her mammaries
So don't be mad at me, she's better off
Without me she'd be with David Hasselhoff
And David Hasselhoff is a fat sweaty fool
So be glad when you see us getting naked in a swimming pool
Before I go, one more thing
Thanks for dying and leaving her to me, Tim
In the last year since you died I've been fucking your bride
Hey eventually she had to fuck somebody else
So since you're deceased I've got myself a piece
And they're the best two breasts that my hands have ever felt