Rolling Up

Written by Douglas Firestein

There’s a whistle
Flowing through the air
Holes to penetrate
With tender love and care

Now by “love” I mean “pain”
“Care” is gonna hurt too
Someone’s about to realize
Their sitting days are through

Suckas better be ready
Try to remain calm
Hold their cheeks steady
Cos I’m about to come

Stick a hose up their ass
Siphon out the blood
Then mix it up with sugar
Watch it Congeal like mud

That sticky concoction
Dries up tight in the sun
So I’ll feed it to their kids
Watch ‘em eat fruit roll ups
(Rollin’ up!!)
(Rollin’ up!!)
Blood!

There’s a towel
It’s okay I have a spare
Bet they didn’t know
I’d go so deep in there

Now by “there” i mean “rectum”
That’s exactly what I did
They gonna remember me
Every time they shit

Suckas better be ready
Try to remain calm
Hold their cheeks steady
Cos I’m about to come

Stick a hose up their ass
Siphon out the blood
Then mix it up with sugar
Watch it Congeal like mud

That sticky concoction
Dries up tight in the sun
So I’ll feed it to their kids
Watch ‘em eat fruit roll ups
(Rollin’ up!!)
(Rollin’ up!!)
Blood!

Don’t be surprised
By the confessions seeping
Cos there’s a knock on the door
And I’m the turtle head creeping

Suckas better be ready
Try to remain calm
Hold their cheeks steady
Cos I’m about to come

Stick a hose up their ass
Siphon out the blood
Then mix it up with sugar
Watch it Congeal like mud

That sticky concoction
Dries up tight in the sun
So I’ll feed it to their kids
Watch ‘em eat fruit roll ups
(Rollin’ up!!)
(Rollin’ up!!)
Blood!