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

wwhhooami - Purple Smoke

From my new album World Of Dweebs, out now! 
Double Vinyl available here: https://grahamkartna.bandcamp.com/album/world-of-dweebs 
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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.

Mud

Jasonafex

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