Lyrics
There’s a guy named Michael, he’s a quirky little man,
Likes to drop a fat deuce, wherever he can!
Bathrooms, bushes, maybe your yard,
He’s leaving his mark, so keep up your guard!
And then there’s Marty, that's Michael's Best friend,
He has a habit that’s tough for us to comprehend!
He likes to rub his balls on anything he sees,
Tables, chairs, even the trees!
Together they roam, the oddest of pals,
Leaving behind their questionable browns.
So if you see Michael or Marty around,
Just be aware, of what they leave on the ground!
Michael and Marty, they're a mischievous pair,
Spreading their ass cheeks everywhere!
So take a step back, give ‘em some space,
'Cause they’re causing chaos after having a fucking bong break.
Go and get fucked,,,,,,,, Matt Brown
Matt Brown, Matt Brown, Matt Brown
Go and get fucked,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Matt Brown