Burnt Dorito Lyrics

Ayo

Aye guys

Ayo

This guy smells like a fuckin burnt Dorito

Ayo what the fuck

I do think your kind of Sussy

Always talking about your bussy

It's pronounced buc-ees

Your ass is crusty

And you're no baller

Your skills are quite rusty

So, into your mother

I am thrusting

Climax approaching

My rhymes encroaching

You smell like a burnt Dorito

And your moms a hoe

Take off those thighs' highs

Your name must be Justin

And just in

Its boys you bust in

That ain't boy pussy

That's an asshole

Put down the brown casserole

You look like imitation crab

I will kill you with a marble slab

I hate vaccines

Fuck the jab

The Louisiana purchase was rad

On behalf of my country i am glad

Imma be real you suck wiener

I think that's wrong

Please stop

Please

June is over

⅔ cups of milk

Of what

You smell like a burnt Dorito

Your mom's a hoe

Cause she knows every Jim, Bob, and Joe

Your dad is the only one she took slow

Bitch better be named Bo

Cause she only need two dogs and some paper to make the dough

Call that Bojangles

I love Bo Rounds

You feel it yet

This is a minor blow

The Bo Rounds are like the little

The little um

Uh hash brown rounds that Bojangles has at Bojangles

I fuckin love Bo Rounds

You suck blood out of men

Just kidding

That's cum

No wonder you solo

You peeping men in the bolo

And you wear Polo

Bitch