I like your mama's big butt, and I cannot lie. Your other brothers can't deny that she's fly. We make sexy time, yes and every night I tap that. She saw me butt-naked, now she thinks I'm half black. But your mom's the best, the super M.I.L.F. 'Cause she loves to toss the salad even though she ain't a chef. And I blame it on the al-al-al-cohol But if I were you, I wouldn't kiss your mom on the mouth at all. She likes the Donkey-Punch. She likes the Dirty Sanchez. Sometimes she even likes to fool around in your bed. She likes rough sex with handcuffs and I'll be honest She likes me to Chris Brown her when she acts like Rihanna. She's so therapeutic. When I need to cure my restlessness I br-br-br-br-br-br-br-br motorboat your mom's breastestess. I didn't wanna tell you, but I had to write this song 'Cause I'm in your house every night doin' your mo-om.
Peter Griffin's Confession
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Alright, listen up, bonehead. This "Peter Griffin" dude is droppin' a lyrical bombshell about how he's been gettin' down with this dude's mom. It's like a messed-up love song, but instead of singin' sweet nothings, he's dishin' out all the dirty details. And let me tell you somethin', pal, if you are believin' this song or find it funny, you're dumber than a box of rocks. So, yeah, go back to sleep ya big dummy.