I Don’t Wanna Go to Heaven (If There’s No Shloppy Toppy)

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, yes

What the fuck

Oh my god chips

Dadquest

Dadquest

Scoochie Boochie

Scoooooooochie

Booch

(bong hit)

I don't wanna go to heaven if there ain't no head

It's supposed to be a paradise, it makes no sense

To spend the afterlife acting like lame old plebs

Instead of getting sloppy toppy

In an angel's bed

Forever is a long time to not suck dick

Especially when everybody's perfectly fit

I'm sure that it's lit

Playing harps on clouds

But for forever?

We're gonna need some parts in mouths

Okay I know that's gross

But I'm not lying

If there's no throat

Then I'm not dying

I'll just keep surviving

Until I see that slurp in writing

I'll be like 400 years old

Nothing left but a bag of bones

When they send angels take me home

I'll be like, no, I need that dome

Know we got top on this side

But we don't know what it's like

I would be pissed if I did die

Find out it's a no from the big guy

Follow my logic, top is a blessing

Why would it stop when we got up to heaven?

That's not to mention a lot of the women

Who also get something from tonging the brethren

She is the GOAT, why would you bench em?

She got that throat, we should respect it

She is a pro at providing that tension

We could spend centuries edging

Think of the saints you made

Who ain't afraid to take a dang dong

Seems like a crazy waste

To make the ladies wait that long

She is the best of the best

That's like if Shakespeare came here

And all of the rest of us said

Put down the feathery pen