Benedict Bootlicker

Be careful, the ass that you're kissing
 Sits high on a throne of their lips
 Be careful, the boots that you're licking
 Aren't gonna taste bad as the fist
 But would you consider it winning
 When really you wasted your wish
 For someone who's tired of swimming
 You sure wanna sleep with the fish
 Bring me your roster
 Bring me a sign
 Make me an offer
 Call me divine
 I'm
 Benedict bootlicker
 I'll eat your loose slipper
 Know you wanted saving
 But you got me
 I am the suit picker
 I'll pick which fruits picture
 Ends up on the pavement
 with roses in the street
 Cluck cluck then I learned
 They can't eat me if I eat you first
 Cluck cluck
 They can't eat me if I
 They can't eat me if I eat you first
 They can't hate me if you're the worst
 They can't eat me if I eat you first
 They can't hate me if you're the worst
 I was a surly little fucker
 With my pearly teeth
 Until somebody popped a sucker
 Just to buck and bleed
 And then before he threw another hit
 I rolled my molars, tongue, and spit
 And begged him if I clucked and snitched
 Would he leave me
 Alone
 Now I lay me down to sleep
 Don't need to pray for your defeat
 The shit you talk you're gonna eat
 If you keep licking boots
 You'll get kicked in the teeth
 Benedict bootlicker
 I'll eat your loose slipper
 Know you wanted saving
 But you got me
 I am the suit picker
 I'll pick which fruits picture
 Ends up on the pavement
 With roses in the street