His name was Richard Cute as cute can be Hazel eyes and striking smile How all the girls flock to thee Arrogant as all hell Knew his shit didn't smell But it was his right He'd have a different girl tonight Threw another party Invited all of his toys Had to put up a big front For all of his boys What's that nickname we give to men with the name Richard? Ricky, Rick or Dick? Richard was a full of himself Different day, different chick Small, medium, maybe even thick Never drop to his knees But no doubt the girls will lick All he had to do was take his pick That's how he get his kicks Fuck all the pretty gals Done in a nick Never worry about their feelings Just how many times the clock tick He never can have to many girls Had to impress the chumps in his click Never ever put a hat on his jimmy Just slang his dirty dick He woke up one morning A different chick in the bed How pleasant?...... She was giving him head Shot cum in her face Dismissed her in a haste No more time to waste Gotta drain the main vein As visions of last night's events fades He let out a screeching howl.... Pissing fucking razor blades!!! Richard was a trick A dick with a dirty dickBirth sign: Cancer
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