InKast – Harold Fry Lyrics
Artist: InKast
Song: Harold Fry
Walking down the streets, cause i’m Harold Fry
I’m getting all these b#tches and I don’t know why
Queenie’s on my dick and we’re at the sea
Her mouth’s foaming like beer at the brewery
The love between us ain’t just a rumor
b#tch, that little p#ss# tastes just like a tumor
Gotta take a break from Queenie at the lake
And then meet my homies Wilf and Kate
Milf and steak, my dinner
b#tch i’m a sinner
Cancer so bad, make my b#tch look thinner
Got that thang on me, when i catch you dead
See you hang like David in the shed
[Interlude
Aw f#ck, my son is gone
Lemme go and put my homie Rex on
f#cking with your wife in bed
David hanging in the shed
I help Maureen in the garden
#ss so thicc, make my big dick harden
Every night she’s moaning “Rex”
All my b#tches call me “Mr. Sex”
She’s sucking on my dick, no dentures
f#ck your pilgrimage, i make my own adventures
Rex, what the f#ck? Is this true?
Yeah, sure is
How long Rex, how long has this been going on?
About since David died, hehe [gun cocking
Woah, woah what the f#ck? [gunshot
Aw, f#ck! You f#cking shot me mate. What the f#ck?
You shot me right in the f#cking left testicle
Why the f#cking left one mate? [f#cking cunt
Ah, sh#t! It f#cking hurts!
Aww, f#ck! t#ts, mate!
Aw, shit. Aw me f#cking balls
Aw, they’re all bloody and sh#t
Me f#cking bloody, bloody balls
Aw sh#t, aw aw aw f#ck
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Release Year: 2011