Angry Blowjobs

Angry Blowjobs lyrics

Official lyrics for “Angry Blowjobs” by Festival Guy.

Verse 1 You’re the Whisperer, tracing constellations on my meat, Like a starved pig digging for truffles. Then the that rhythm, I like it when you nibble on it just don’t bite too hard, ow! Tick-tock your mouth is keep perfect time.

Pre-Chorus Every blow job’s got a flavor, every mood a track, Put your mouth to work on my member, spin it down till I crack.

Chorus I love angry blowjobs—ooh, bring that thunder, baby! Tiny storms and velvet claws, make my nuts go crazy. Turn the dial from sweet to wild, suck my tool like it owes you money! Say it once, say it twice: I love angry blowjobs!

Verse 2 You’re the Cartographer, drawing cities in a line, Down the spine, avenue nine—now, take a left at the pine. You’re the DJ Crossfader, make my asshole rumble like a volcano, When the chorus hits my wood, I can’t get enough.

Pre-Chorus Got a kit of textures, from sugar to attack— When the wah-wah starts to shimmer, run it back to back.

Chorus I love angry blowjobs—ooh, bring that thunder, baby! Tiny storms and velvet claws, make my nuts go crazy. Turn the dial from sweet to wild, suck it like it owes you money— Say it once, say it twice: I love angry blowjobs!

Breakdown (Spoken/Ad-libs) (Left side)—make it hiss like vinyl. (Right side)—let it climb the steeple. (Down low)—slow burn, midnight cathedral. (All in)—blow me like a thousand little people!

Bridge EAT MY MEAT!

Pre-Chorus (Lift) Put a ring on the rhythm, let the tempo come back, Book a date with my kock —bring the thunder pack.

Final Chorus (Key change + ad-libs) I love angry blowjobs—ooh, bring that thunder, baby! Tiny storms and velvet claws, make my nuts go crazy. From honeymoon to Tuesday night, strike a match and let it crackle— One more time, ’cause it’s sublime: I love angry blowjobs!

Outro (Vamp) (Back it up) blow, blow. (Stack it up) blow, blow. OH LORD! I—love—angry—blow—job—s!