Hale - Bedroom Bars VIII (Its A Sex Ting)

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Heres the newest edtion of bedroom bars, where im sat in my room spitting some lovely lyrics for those who appreciate them. tell me what you think, rate, comment and subscribe!


I'd say suck my dick, but you can suck my instrumental
ammuse this bruise to my temple, it would seem im going mental
got a few beers, and my bars they are essential
like your tits bein the paper and my dick bein the stencil
phenominal timing, whilst im rhyming fine killers
im killin a million cyllables cos theres nobody iller
nobody whiter than this fat mac miller
theres certainly nobody tighter wave your lighters at this sinner
acting nice, and enticing em with vanilla
but after the slicing dicing im winnin em one niller
okay bad grammar, i know the phrase is 'beaten'
but its not like ive been cheatin, reciting words and repeatin
ive just been keepin, attending meetings and eatin
youve been sleeping, you aint defeatin ronan keating.
ive met this girl, shes actually quite nice
nice arse, and her face will just suffice
the fact that shes a triplet made me ask for advice
should i spunk in there eyes like fuckin three blind mice?
see these temptations, are clashing with the sensation
the foundations of gyration frustration, negotiation
no need for the narration to avoid the impregnation
just taking a small vacation, were behind the bus station
no alteration for this lyrical conjuration
just an overweight caucasian with a taste for hesitation

a couple whiskeys, shes acting rather frisky
the atmosphere is risky cos she says she wants to fist me
her name is christy, shes twenty but looks fifty
not because shes wrinkly, but her tits are where her hips be
im thinking twisty, my morales are merking misty
call a couple friends, and maybe then they'll assist me
you might be thinking that im sounding chauvinistic
but it aint my fault i make the women go ballistic
but actually statistics claim im fat and autistic
a real dipshit, and far from optimistic
but that smell that lingers on my fingers
the haters burn to cinders whilst im flickin the fit gingers
and by fit i mean a fucking bunch of mingers
more michelle macmanus, than your average lucy pinder
the fat shits, that make your prick get injured
the fat gits, that when they fall you shout Timber!
my words hinder, i got that wood with no splinter
so to me it doesn't matter if shes a munter or a minter
or if shes in season, the reason bein winter
she wont warm herself up cos shes clearly not a sprinter.

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[RTee150]

Think I'll take you up on that shit on your drive mate, shall I bring bog roll?

[EmilooTheSkater]

Cutie the bomb

look at you with your lil hat, aw xxxx