Milk King

By Wraphands

Released on September 15, 2019

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Same place, same park, same plays

Same old cows I start to contemplate

Calcium, a song unsung to all

Little Bessie moo’s and I hear her call

Eyes big, udders are fat as FUCK

Going in for white gold, wish your boy some luck

Commence collection of dairy, it’s dutiful

Look up at Bessie, THIS COW IS FUCKING BEAUTIFUL!

Take your milk like I’m taking your lady

Bessie gets uncomfortable, she thinks I’m acting shady

Cow moves, cow moo’s, cow hooves

How do I collect this cow juice?

Bessie please, what a tease, just trying to test the

Feasibility of making goddamn cheese

Guarantee, Bessie’s idiosyncrasies

Will have you freeze, have you weak at the knees

Not a sleaze, just wanna squeeze, some of these

“Tits” I put in parentheses

My heart my bones they ache, can’t find words to articulate

Imma waste of space no milk to taste I’m a degenerate

My heart my bones they ache, can’t find words to articulate

Imma waste of space no milk to taste I’m a degenerate

Imma waste of space no milk to taste I’m a degenerate

Drinking calcium till dawn

Throat numb, but I still drink more

Thumb embracing, this milk casing, while I’m

Tasting, this white stuff is amazing

Don’t call me milkman, I’m a MILK KING!

Fuck off with that shit, I’m milking

Get off my paddock, I’ve had it, this dad dick, get at it

Rub it like Aladdin, this prick is mad thick

Take a lick, gonna make you milk it

Less you fuck off real quick

I’m just here giving Bess a gentle caress

She’s in duress, but she’s got endurance

And I wanna know she gonna show up performing

Apologies when I squeeze without any warning

If she willing I’ll be drinking milk in the morning

My heart my bones they ache, can’t find words to articulate

Imma waste of space no milk to taste I’m a degenerate

My heart my bones they ache, can’t find words to articulate

Imma waste of space no milk to taste I’m a degenerate

Feels like I’m losing everything

Born with it all, die with nothing

Slave to my pleasures, what does it bring

My life, my death, a broken king

Grass you chewed, I never choose

Nothing between me and your moo’s

Thought I was smarter should have seen all the clues

Grabbing your udders with nothing to lose

What should I conclude, you give me the blues

Udders occluded, I squeeze them they snooze

Paid all my dues, pass me the noose

Next time you see me I’ll be on the news

My heart my bones they ache, can’t find words to articulate

Imma waste of space no milk to taste I’m a degenerate

My heart my bones they ache, can’t find words to articulate

Imma waste of space no milk to taste I’m a degenerate

Imma waste of space no milk to taste I’m a degenerate