(intro)
It's the leks.
For real for real on god no cap.
Pop a squat and join my stack,
Vibe and spin this brand new track
Get that griddy, bring it back!

(verse 1)
leks on god no cap
swipe left right no cap
for real no feel on cap
for real unreal no god on cap
Bet on god no cap
Swipe left, right, no cap
For real, no feels, on cap
For real, unreal, on god, no cap

(bridge)

for real for real for real for real
there is no god I cannot feel
swipe left right to seal the deal
I cannot live without my asshole meal

(chorus)

Leks the god of Rainbow Six
Down forward for pauls death fist
I'll swipe you left for more dick picks
I'll save it if that ass be thicc

(verse 2)
Flex on god, no cap
Swipe left, right, on tap
For real, no lies, on cap
For real, so wild, on god, no cap
Lit, on god, no cap
Swipe left, right, it’s a wrap
For real, no fake, on cap
For real, surreal, on god, no cap

(bridge)

for real for real for real for real
there is no god I cannot feel
swipe left right to seal the deal
I cannot live without my asshole meal

(chorus)
role it up and smoke a blunt
then make it felch from back to front
That Leo mains a fucking cunt
It's time to munt I'm on the hunt

(instrumental solo)

(intermission)
Yo, the names leks.
Take several seats.
Cause this e-boy is about to glowup.
Now that the ops are gone.

Bet that this hits different.
Not like that other shitpost called 'hits different.'
Nah this is a whole new vibe.
You best believe it slaps.

(verse 3)
Vibes on god, no cap
Swipe left, right, that's the map
For real, no deal, on cap
For real, so hype, on god, no cap
Drip on god, no cap
Swipe left, right, on the app
For real, no joke, on cap
For real, unreal, on god, no cap

(bridge)

for real for real for real for real
there is no god I cannot feel
swipe left right to seal the deal
I cannot live without my asshole meal

(chorus)
Pop some pills and smoke some weed
Go from Chucks to feed and seed
My Autism it must be freed
I'll jelq all night until it bleeds

(outro)
no god, on cap
on god, no cap
for real, on cap
surreal, no cap
on god no god on god no cap
for real for real for real that's facts
on god on god on god
no cap on cap no cap on cap
for god no real on cap no feel
ass and dicks and weed and meals
swipe left swipe right swipe left swipe right
We be vibin' in this digital space tonight

It's the leks.
For real for real on god no cap.
Pop a squat and join my stack,
Vibe and spin this brand new track
Get that griddy, bring it back!

Leks Genesis Z

Original ringtone: Blue smoke
Brand: Nokia
Composer: Hannu af Ursin
Arranger: @wwhhooami
https://wwhhooami.bandcamp.com

wwhhooami - Purple Smoke

Oh, Tommy!

From my new album World Of Dweebs, out now! 
Double Vinyl available here: https://grahamkartna.bandcamp.com/album/world-of-dweebs 
YT Animated Visualizer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xdIkZrviTQM
Spotify Link: https://open.spotify.com/album/2yq8cESXiZyYk5onieXIui

Velmas Daphnes/Velmas Viru Gate

March of Disharmony __ Reality Compromised OST __ [ROBLOX]

DOESNT MATTER (Instrumental)

Damn it feels good to be a homo
A real homo-ass queer plays his boys right
A real homo-ass queer don’t run that lip,
‘Cause a real homo-ass queer makes that ass grip.

And these dudes always gotta high-cap,
Talkin’ ‘bout how they “smash” but they bootie's don't clap,
Real homo-ass queers don’t show off shit,
‘Cause they know every boy wanna ride this dick.

And everything’s smooth in the mind of a homo,
‘Cause homo-ass queers dick deep —
Up three-sixty-five, twenty-four stayin’ freaks,
Baby we don’t nap, and our butts don't queef.

And all I gotta say to you
Wannabe, kinda-be, closet-gay hetero,
When the lights go down, what the fuck you gonna do?
Damn it feels good to be a homo.

Damn it feels good to be a homo,
Crackin’ poppers, butt boys open wide,
Struttin’ real smooth with my harness tight,
In the back of the club, nuttin' deep inside.

Damn it feels good to be a homo —
The type that’ll you'll take and you'll blow,
Ridin’ ‘round town in a pink drop-top ride,
Dick print loud and my boys spread wide.

Now homo-ass queers come in all shapes and flavors,
Some got caught up in the past,
But this homo here is a smart one —
Keepin’ it dirty, boy, I won't last.

And all I gotta say to you
Wannabe, gonna be, closeted gays,
When the nightclubs close, what the fuck you gonna do?
Damn it feels good to be a homo.

Damn it feels good to be a homo,
A real homo-ass queers knows how to lay,
Real homo-ass queers get the tightest of boys —
Just ask lil’ Jake how I wrecked him today.

Now boys look at homo-ass queers like a red light —
Playin’ coy with that “straight” routine,
But catch ‘em all alone, get the digits, take him home —
And end up wreckin’ the boy nice and clean.

‘Cause homo-ass queers are the real playas —
Everything’s discreet with the clique,
A homo-ass queers ties the rope and cuffs tight —
And his crew ain’t snitchin’ ‘bout shit.

Real homo-ass queers keep it tight —
All ya hear’s the lube and a loud slap,
And real homo-ass queers don’t run for shit —
‘Cause honey, we know how to ride that lap.

Now when you out there talkin’ shit — bring that ass,
Step into my room, I’ll spank ya fast,
But queers like me sip wine while you moan,
‘Cause damn it feels good to wreck a homo.

And now, a word from the president:
Damn it feels good to be a homo —
Gettin’ sworn in with my cock out,
Boys of the world down on all fours,
While officials bend ‘em over in the back of the house.

So every now and then I owe a favor, lay it thick,
Like sneakin’ a boy’s digits to get that dick,
Then sendin’ him straight to my bed, stretched out and lubed —
So I can bust deep inside ‘til he’s used.

So voters of the world, keep supportin’ me —
And I promise to take you very far,
Other leaders better not upset me —
Or I’ll send a million queers to your bar.

To all you “allies” that helped me win,
I sincerely wanna thank you —
‘Cause now I got the world bent over my lap,
And damn it feels good to be a homo.

Damn it feels good to be a homo

[Intro]
Uh-huh…
Where my brain-dead mudskippers at?
SLOOOORP…
pop pop pop
You ain’t thinkin’ — just sinkin’.

[Verse 1]
You belly-crawlin’ cretin, covered head to toe in crud,
Brain softer than the slop you guzzlin’, drowning in the mud.
Mouth wide open — yeah, suck up that slime,
Your IQ’s in decline, straight negative nine.

You blowin’ mud bubbles — POP! — now that’s a thought,
Last brain cell left, let that lil' bastard rot.
You squishin’ through the filth, like a slug on a quest,
But your quest for intelligence? Man, just give it a rest.

[Pre-Chorus]
Slurp it up, don’t choke on that muck,
Synapses fried — yeah, you fresh outta luck!

[Chorus]
Stuck in the grime with a thousand-yard glare,
Brain flatlined — there’s nothing in there,
Slorpin' sludge but you ain't no winner
Slop on your lips now, yeah, you a Mud-Skipper

[Verse 2]
You dumb as ditchwater — a biological mistake,
Evolution saw you comin’ and yanked the emergency brake.
No spine, no pride, just a flop in the filth,
Even tadpoles point and laugh at your lack of skills.

You be croakin’, gaspin’, wallowin’ low,
Mud on your tongue with nothin’ to show.
Cognitive bankruptcy — you overdraft that brain,
And still show up smilin’, drippin’ sludge down the drain.

[Bridge] (breakdown, screaming)
Bubble-blowin’ FOOL!
Muck-suckin’ DROOL!
Slime-coated MAGGOT!
Mud-slingin' F*GGOT!

Yeah — roll in that sludge you degenerate freak,
Your thoughts ain’t deep — they shallow and weak!

[Chorus]
Trudgin’ through filth with that dopey-eyed glare,
Neurons all dead — not a thought to spare,
Covered in grime, yeah you drip like a dripper,
Sludge on your chin now, yeah, you a Mud-Skipper.

[Verse 3]
You slorp through the swamp with no purpose or plan,
Half-evolved critter — barely even a man.
Floppin’ in puddles while your neurons stall,
It ain't hard to see that you can’t think at all

Chuggin’ that muck like a Michelin meal,
Face caked in dirt, it's hard to believe that you real.
You ain’t learn a damn thing since the day you were born,
runnin' circles in the mud while your neurons mourn.

[Chorus]
Crawlin’ through muck with that blank dumb stare,
Brain long gone — just stale swamp air,
Drippin’ dumb filth from your jaw to your flipper,
Bottom of the pond now, yeah, you a Mud-Skipper.

[Outro] (taunting)
Lil’ swamp freak, keep slorpin’ that clay,
You ain’t got a single coherent thing to say.
MUD SKIPPER…
Yeah — welcome to the bottom of the gene pool, motherfucker.
Mud-Skipper.

Leks Genesis Z

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