Ode To 21 Pump Street

Your music is like a gun for how your lyrics are loaded,
When that shit hits my ears it's like my brain just exploded.

When you wear no shirts and the sweat beads down your bodies,
I start to breathe heavily as I listen to you glistening hotties.
Singing songs about sluts, weed and blow jobs and shit,
Makes me get harder than four bathroom mints!
I just wanna grab my dick and put a staple up in it!
I don't want the music to end so I nervously bent it (My dick).

In the heat of the show women strip to near nothing,
But there's no eyes are on them, it's 21 Pump Street we're wanting.

Sing more of those heavenly magnificent tunes,
You're making my shit swell like a hot aired balloon!

White tiger comes on and dicks rip through their jeans,
You smell twats moisten and hear bitches scream!
Dicks like granite spreading pussies wide open,
Music is making wetness happen while spunk is filled in to fallopian's!

The lyrics are like bombs getting dropped on the crowd,
Combined with the sound of panties dropping, it's overly profound.

As the show finally winds down and comes to a close,
I am saddened but also satisfied because I've fully blown my load.

Thank you 21 Pump Street for blessing my ears.
For filling my heart and caressing my tears.
I sit waiting and waiting for your next show to be shown.
And I'll be saving up for when my next load is blown.

<3 Willie M.