Lyrics

Intro

Oh, Logan, you pretty boy poosy,
Hiding in bags like you’re feeling boosy.
Laying around, yeah, you’re lazy and loozy,
Making a mess like a fuckin’ bad moosie.

Verse 1

Logan’s a menace, a chaos machine,
He knocks over cups and pretends he’s clean.
Little piss boy, yeah, that’s his game,
Running from the wind like it knows his name.

Hides in bags, thinks he’s slick as hell,
Trips on his tail, and he plays it well.
But don’t you look, nah, don’t you dare stare,
He’s a pissy cum boy with a judging glare.

Chorus

Little Bub Bub is a piss boy,
Scared of the toaster, but he’s still my joy.
Hides in bags, makes messes like a beast,
But at the end of the day, he’s my cuddle feast.

Logan’s a monster, a fluffy little brat,
But I wouldn’t trade him—nah, fuck that.
He’s a pissy cum boy, my chaotic son,
And every single day, his bullshit’s just begun.

Verse 2

Logan hides in bags to go boosy,
Flops on the floor when he’s feelin’ loozy.
Doesn’t like eyes, says, “Stop fuckin’ lookin’!”
Spills all my tea like, “Yeah, I’m cookin’!”

A fluffy monster with a heart of gold,
But piss boy Logan is a sight to behold.
Knocks over plants, then sits in the dirt,
Looking at me like, “You mad? You hurt?”

Chorus

Little Bub Bub is a piss boy,
Scared of the thunder but he’s still my joy.
Runs from shadows, hides under the bed,
But he’s back on my chest when he wants to be fed.

Logan’s a monster, a pretty little brat,
But I wouldn’t trade him—nah, imagine that.
He’s a pissy cum boy, my ridiculous son,
And every single day, his chaos isn’t done.

Bridge

Oh, Logan, my little piss prince,
Your nonsense behavior never makes sense.
Why you running from the sound of a sneeze?
And why’s my furniture covered in pee?

You’re scared of bags, but you hide in them too,
How does that logic even make sense to you?
From the floor to the couch, you’re a fluffy mess,
But when you purr, I’ll admit I’m obsessed.

Final Chorus

Little Bub Bub is a piss boy,
Scared of his shadow, but he’s still my joy.
Making a mess like a fuckin’ monster,
But he’s cuddled on my lap, so I guess I’m his sponsor.

Logan’s a brat, a pretty little poosy,
Acting all tough, but he’s really so choosy.
He’s a pissy cum boy, my chaotic king,
And I love him so much, even with all this sting.

Outro

Oh, Logan, you pissy little brat,
Hiding in bags like a sneaky-ass cat.
You’re messy, you’re weird, but you’re always my joy,
Forever and always, my little piss boy.