I'm goin' down, I'm goin' down

I'm goin' down, I'm goin' down

I'm goin' down, I'm goin' down

On you

I'm breathin' deep then I leap in, I'm goin' under

Like eatin' that V's the key to how we can beat global hunger

Achieve total peace on earth, I'm a freak, I'm a local wonder

More lung capacity than Freddie Mercury vocal numbers

I plunder the briny deep, a spelunker plungin' in

Hunkerin' down in between those puffy pink walls like a fallout bunker

And if I never emerge to the surface, don't gimme shit

In 20 years, I'm back like Kimmy Schmidt (wassup?)

Hol' up, wait (hol' up, wait) 'cause I really gotta set one thing straight

I'm not chowin' on the chocha so that you'll reciprocate

I just go in (go in), no strings (no strings)

Tastes great (tastes great), fun times (vitamins)

I got a wand tongue, I'm doin' sorcery

If you don't want none, well, that's just more for me

I'm goin' down

I'm goin' down on you

I'm goin' down on you like I like it, but bruh I'm lyin'

'Cause I don't like it, I love it, that shit's my valentine

One tiny warnin', I'm dinin' on your gourmet form until the mornin'

Performin' like it'll stop global warmin'

My palate has got no equal, talent could vanquish evil

And maybe make Rick Moranis be in the Ghostbusters sequel

One taste, and I'm wailin', "God bless" (God bless)

Until you quiver, I will not rest (not rest)

Lickin' repeatedly like your beaver's a Square reader

And my tongue is a VISA debit card that failed to process

It's like The Miracle Worker, and I'm blind, and I'm deaf and dumb

Plus, each inch of my body's numb except for the tip of my tongue

And each Wikipedia topic's printed in microscopic raised ink on your clit

So the single option I got to know somethin' about this wonderful globe that we come from's to locate your swollen bean

And then probe the folds of it fiendishly 'til you cum about infinity times

And, baby, that isn't a crime

I'm goin' down

I'm goin' down on you

Given our planet's gender ratio

It'd be a mockery glossin' over fellatio (there he go)

Meanin' that really fuckin' quick

I gotta touch on suckin' dick

Many guys visualize givin' BJs and say, "Eww"

But can we just please give smokin' pole a calm, objective view?

I'm pretty straight, but I'll state, sexuality's an arc

Maybe I can suck a flashlight, so my soul will not be dark (ay)

Why couldn't I get sexual with a man at all? (Ay)

At 13, I was in my bedroom fuckin' stuffed animals (ay)

If I can bang an inanimate object

Can't I jam the crotch of a man in my jaw and softly massage it?

Fellas vomit like, "What if the sausage is smellin' hella funky?" (Eugh)

Don't you wash your fuckin' junk, B? (Eugh)

Of course, I wouldn't devour icky salami

But that goes the same for encounterin' stinky punani

So in this scenario where I brush my teeth with a penis

Let's assume that the penis we're dealin' with sparkles the cleanest of all

Penis, penis on the wall with those well-proportioned balls

Goin' down (goin' down), I'm goin' down (goin' down)

I'm goin' down (down, down, down), I'm goin' down

So let's say you're okay with your lips around a cock

But you still can't wrap your mind around the final money shot

Don't give up, if the nut is what truly makes it foul

Then just get him close to bustin' and hand him a paper towel (yup)

No gravy on your chin (yup), everybody wins (yup)

Squirrel to an acorn, dudes like to look at dicks in their straight porn

Put your hands up if you got hang-ups

Put your hands up if you got hang-ups

If I could get with it, I'd have a wider ocean I'm fishin' in

But I'm inhibited by my social conditionin'

So where my head's at present, the odds are gloomy

That I would agree to feast on a D that's presented to me

But I'm not officially rulin' out

That at some point in my life, I'll have a dingalin' in my mouth

I'm goin' down

I'm goin' down

I'm that guy that's goin' down on you

I am goin' so low that I am goin' down to the core of the earth and then maybe below

(Down-down, down-down-down, down-down, down-down-down)

(Down-down-down-down-down-down)