Say my name, Say my name

Look at that, ass so fat
Handprint etch a sketched while I hit it from the back
Sketching in your etch keeping my paintbrush wet
Dipping my bristle then I poke it with it my thistle
Have you hitting high notes like a referee with a whistle
Spin it then I spindle
You reaching for a kiss but a thimble I extend it
So now you getting my point sucking on my thumble
She going all the way so you know the ball she ain’t go fumble
No stinging me and the motion was quite far from bumble
Glad she took me to the hive, graced me with honey from being humble
Now she got me coming from screaming my name three times, shout out to Rumpel

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