Boyband Parody
I wrote this thing last year and thought I'd post it. It's a parody of a song by some boyband from the 90's like NSYNC or The Backstreet Boys or some shit. I really don't remember.
Heavenly Lay (Yippee-yi-yay!)
Riprock, AG
Cumming, over!
Yo, turn me on
I wanna get head
See, I'm talkin' 'bout the future
And the future looks bright
'Specially when you do it all night
Here it comes! Orgasmic blast!
While everyone's praying in their churches
Is this the beginning? Is it the end?
I still have some gas in me, my friend.
See, we're having sex in the skies
Our heavenly bodies are oh so high
By now you're in the mood to take a ride
So get your strap-on and get inside!
If you wanna fly, come and take a ride,
Take a space ride with the Lord, baby!
(Yippee-yi-yay!)
You don't need all these prophecies
Tellin' you what's a sign
'Cause I, the savior, am with you day to day
Tie me with a phone cord and I will obey.
Don't you be afraid at all
'Cause with me this sin ain't even a fault
Put your body and endurance to the test
'Cause fucking God is like the wild wild west!
Come, and never let me try to stop you
Born to do hard drugs and reach beneath your skirt
Nothing to fear, no doubts and no tears
Sensual moans to motivate the future years
And you can either be scared or get prepared
Against all odds you've finally dared
To see me for the hot stud I am
You make me come to hear a prophecy
Spread your legs to overthrow the interception
Ready or not, make it hot
And that ain't no question.
Get the rhythm, put your cunt to my crotch
Keep your faith
In love from your God.
Riprock, AG
End of transmission
They've had enough.
Heavenly Lay (Yippee-yi-yay!)
Riprock, AG
Cumming, over!
Yo, turn me on
I wanna get head
See, I'm talkin' 'bout the future
And the future looks bright
'Specially when you do it all night
Here it comes! Orgasmic blast!
While everyone's praying in their churches
Is this the beginning? Is it the end?
I still have some gas in me, my friend.
See, we're having sex in the skies
Our heavenly bodies are oh so high
By now you're in the mood to take a ride
So get your strap-on and get inside!
If you wanna fly, come and take a ride,
Take a space ride with the Lord, baby!
(Yippee-yi-yay!)
You don't need all these prophecies
Tellin' you what's a sign
'Cause I, the savior, am with you day to day
Tie me with a phone cord and I will obey.
Don't you be afraid at all
'Cause with me this sin ain't even a fault
Put your body and endurance to the test
'Cause fucking God is like the wild wild west!
Come, and never let me try to stop you
Born to do hard drugs and reach beneath your skirt
Nothing to fear, no doubts and no tears
Sensual moans to motivate the future years
And you can either be scared or get prepared
Against all odds you've finally dared
To see me for the hot stud I am
You make me come to hear a prophecy
Spread your legs to overthrow the interception
Ready or not, make it hot
And that ain't no question.
Get the rhythm, put your cunt to my crotch
Keep your faith
In love from your God.
Riprock, AG
End of transmission
They've had enough.