[Refrain x4]
Put it on my wee-wee
Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange
[Verse 1]
Got a dick as big as a banana
I try to control it but I guess I can't
It shoots off like an AK-clip banana
You better watch out, Hannah Montana
Man what's the matter, have you no manners
No you know the girl from Juno's address
Yeah, I'mma probably go to jail for that
Now I got the cops on my tail for that
Run up on your car with a stale banana
In your tail pipe, can't believe you fell for that
It coulda' been a molotov cocktail for that
Wait a minute man, what the hell was that
I heard a noise, where you going
What are you, bananas
You can't go back there, stupid ass
I just seen a woman in a Freddy Kruger mask
Who the fuck are you, Superman
All you have is a little stupid can of whipped cream
What the hell you gonna do with that
I'mma put it on my wee-wee
Oh good answer
Super bonanza extravaganza
Man go ahead, what you waiting for
You better get them clothes off, baby boy
Come on let's go, we're gonna make a porn
Ready, set, go h
Hit play, record
[Refrain]
[Verse 2]
Are you ready
You better hold the camera steady
She's probably back there with a damn machete
She's probably gonna eat you like canned spaghetti
She's probably gonna kill you, still wanna check see
Have a little quick look, go on sick prick
She's probably six foot tall like Big Foot
The hell with that, we probably should run
Don't dare look back
We probably, probably, probably
There probably was a problem at the post office or something
But you probably didn't know that, did you
Now what you gonna do when she gets you
I ain't going with you, forget you
Quit tryna hold my hand, mista
Pretend she's your little sista, little sista
Might as well take the whipped cream with you
And when you see her, make sure you get a picture
We could try to make another Blair Witch movie
A beastiality porno with smoothies
[Refrain]
[Verse 3]
It's eerie, but here comes Zack and Miri)
Beauty and the beast, his back is hairy
But she don't care, they're attractive, very
Very sexually active, very
No, Zack, don't go back in there
It's too late now, she's grabbing hair
He screams, bloody Mary, grabs a mirror
But stop just ain't in her vocabular
Get off me, please
Get off me, stop
Balling back at a coffee shop
They go non-stop
She says go
He says no
She says oh
Back and forth, they scream and shout
Yeah, boy, let them demons out
It's the kind of nightmare you dream about
Uh-oh, now the whipped cream is out
I get sick thoughts, sick, sick, thoughts
Things you could do with your lipstick gloss
Put it on my dick til the tip looks orange
Bitch, keep going
Bitch, keep going
[Refrain]
[Outro]
Banana, banana, banana, banana, banana
