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You’re Mine But It’s Gen Alpha Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Hi, I'm Baldi
Nice to rizz ya!
You’re Mine But It’s Gen Alpha Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Hi, I'm Baldi
Nice to rizz ya!
Rizz me in the gyatt and call me sigma
Rizz's you're game? Just shout my name!
While you let me use my rizz
So that's one Grimace Shake
But you're all wrong
You haven't even let me fanum tax
While I rizz you the song, it goes ding dong
Like the door, I gronk on you
Here's some rizz, Grimace Shake
Or you're gonna see my Skibidi Toilet
Oh, oh, Ohio
Welcome to my Skibidi Toilet
Oh, oh, Ohio
Please don't leave, I have no gyatts
Oh, oh, Ohio
Let's go sigma, let mе rizz ya
Oh, oh, Ohio
Haha, I prayed today!
[Pre-Chorus 1]
Every Skibidi Toilet comе edge around
Let's get some mewing started
Get the bully's Gyatt and the Grimace Shake
We'll fill your rizz up with it
Gonna make it rain Coca-Cola
Gonna rizz you right back to detention
Pay attention to my gyatt's ascension
16 bits of Skibidi Toilet
You cry, I just edge harder
You mew, I'll rizz up faster
I rizzed this for my pleasure
In this classroom, I'm the rizzler
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
I'm gonna make you rizz up me
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
You're my Skibidi

[Chorus]
(Gyatt!) Rizzing through the halls, Grimace Shake
Shouting notes that sound like rizz you, Baldi!
(Gyatt!) Rizzing through the halls, Grimace Shake
Shouting notes that sound like rizz you, Baldi!
(Gyatt!) Rizzing through the halls, Grimace Shake
Shouting notes that sound like rizz you, Baldi!
(Gyatt!) Rizzing through the halls, Grimace Shake
Shouting notes that sound like rizz you, Baldi!
[Post-Chorus 2]
One, two, buckle my shoe
Three, four, buckle some more
Five, six, Nike kicks
[?]
Brr skibidi bom bom bom yes yes
Skibidi [?]
Brr skibidi bom bom bom yes yes
Skibidi [?]
[?]

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Don't eat gyatts
In Kai Cenat's home
Don't eat gyatts
In Kai Cenat's home
Don't eat gyatts
In Kai Cenat's home
Don't eat gyatts
Hahaha, just kidding!

[Chorus]
(Gyatt!) Rizzing through the halls, Grimace Shake
Shouting notes that sound like rizz you, Baldi!
(Gyatt!) Rizzing through the halls, Grimace Shake
Shouting notes that sound like rizz you, Baldi!
(Gyatt!) Rizzing through the halls, Grimace Shake
Shouting notes that sound like rizz you, Baldi!
(Gyatt!) Rizzing through the halls, Grimace Shake
Shouting notes that sound like rizz you, Baldi!
[Outro]
Gyatt! You rizzed away!
Guess I'll edge
You’re Mine But It’s Gen Alpha Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Hi, I'm Baldi
Nice to rizz ya!
Rizz me in the gyatt and call me sigma
Rizz's you're game? Just shout my name!
While you let me use my rizz
So that's one Grimace Shake
But you're all wrong
You haven't even let me fanum tax
While I rizz you the song, it goes ding dong
Like the door, I gronk on you
Here's some rizz, Grimace Shake
Or you're gonna see my Skibidi Toilet
Oh, oh, Ohio
Welcome to my Skibidi Toilet
Oh, oh, Ohio
Please don't leave, I have no gyatts
Oh, oh, Ohio
Let's go sigma, let mе rizz ya
Oh, oh, Ohio
Haha, I prayed today!
[Pre-Chorus 1]
Every Skibidi Toilet comе edge around
Let's get some mewing started
Get the bully's Gyatt and the Grimace Shake
We'll fill your rizz up with it
Gonna make it rain Coca-Cola
Gonna rizz you right back to detention
Pay attention to my gyatt's ascension
16 bits of Skibidi Toilet
You cry, I just edge harder
You mew, I'll rizz up faster
I rizzed this for my pleasure
In this classroom, I'm the rizzler
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
I'm gonna make you rizz up me
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
You're my Skibidi

[Chorus]
(Gyatt!) Rizzing through the halls, Grimace Shake
Shouting notes that sound like rizz you, Baldi!
(Gyatt!) Rizzing through the halls, Grimace Shake
Shouting notes that sound like rizz you, Baldi!
(Gyatt!) Rizzing through the halls, Grimace Shake
Shouting notes that sound like rizz you, Baldi!
(Gyatt!) Rizzing through the halls, Grimace Shake
Shouting notes that sound like rizz you, Baldi!
[Post-Chorus 2]
One, two, buckle my shoe
Three, four, buckle some more
Five, six, Nike kicks
[?]
Brr skibidi bom bom bom yes yes
Skibidi [?]
Brr skibidi bom bom bom yes yes
Skibidi [?]
[?]

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Don't eat gyatts
In Kai Cenat's home
Don't eat gyatts
In Kai Cenat's home
Don't eat gyatts
In Kai Cenat's home
Don't eat gyatts
Hahaha, just kidding!

[Chorus]
(Gyatt!) Rizzing through the halls, Grimace Shake
Shouting notes that sound like rizz you, Baldi!
(Gyatt!) Rizzing through the halls, Grimace Shake
Shouting notes that sound like rizz you, Baldi!
(Gyatt!) Rizzing through the halls, Grimace Shake
Shouting notes that sound like rizz you, Baldi!
(Gyatt!) Rizzing through the halls, Grimace Shake
Shouting notes that sound like rizz you, Baldi!
[Outro]
Gyatt! You rizzed away!
Guess I'll edge
You’re Mine But It’s Gen Alpha Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Hi, I'm Baldi
Nice to rizz ya!
Rizz me in the gyatt and call me sigma
Rizz's you're game? Just shout my name!
While you let me use my rizz
So that's one Grimace Shake
But you're all wrong
You haven't even let me fanum tax
While I rizz you the song, it goes ding dong
Like the door, I gronk on you
Here's some rizz, Grimace Shake
Or you're gonna see my Skibidi Toilet
Oh, oh, Ohio
Welcome to my Skibidi Toilet
Oh, oh, Ohio
Please don't leave, I have no gyatts
Oh, oh, Ohio
Let's go sigma, let mе rizz ya
Oh, oh, Ohio
Haha, I prayed today!
[Pre-Chorus 1]
Every Skibidi Toilet comе edge around
Let's get some mewing started
Get the bully's Gyatt and the Grimace Shake
We'll fill your rizz up with it
Gonna make it rain Coca-Cola
Gonna rizz you right back to detention
Pay attention to my gyatt's ascension
16 bits of Skibidi Toilet
You cry, I just edge harder
You mew, I'll rizz up faster
I rizzed this for my pleasure
In this classroom, I'm the rizzler
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
I'm gonna make you rizz up me
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
You're my Skibidi

[Chorus]
(Gyatt!) Rizzing through the halls, Grimace Shake
Shouting notes that sound like rizz you, Baldi!
(Gyatt!) Rizzing through the halls, Grimace Shake
Shouting notes that sound like rizz you, Baldi!
(Gyatt!) Rizzing through the halls, Grimace Shake
Shouting notes that sound like rizz you, Baldi!
(Gyatt!) Rizzing through the halls, Grimace Shake
Shouting notes that sound like rizz you, Baldi!
[Post-Chorus 2]
One, two, buckle my shoe
Three, four, buckle some more
Five, six, Nike kicks
[?]
Brr skibidi bom bom bom yes yes
Skibidi [?]
Brr skibidi bom bom bom yes yes
Skibidi [?]
[?]

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Don't eat gyatts
In Kai Cenat's home
Don't eat gyatts
In Kai Cenat's home
Don't eat gyatts
In Kai Cenat's home
Don't eat gyatts
Hahaha, just kidding!

[Chorus]
(Gyatt!) Rizzing through the halls, Grimace Shake
Shouting notes that sound like rizz you, Baldi!
(Gyatt!) Rizzing through the halls, Grimace Shake
Shouting notes that sound like rizz you, Baldi!
(Gyatt!) Rizzing through the halls, Grimace Shake
Shouting notes that sound like rizz you, Baldi!
(Gyatt!) Rizzing through the halls, Grimace Shake
Shouting notes that sound like rizz you, Baldi!
[Outro]
Gyatt! You rizzed away!
Guess I'll edge
 
paper, but that only makes your balls hurt. The cum accelerates. It’s been three minutes. You can’t stop cumming. Your bathroom floor is covered in a thin layer of baby fluid. You try to cum into the shower drain but it builds up too fast. You try the toilet. The cum is too thick to be flushed. You lock the bathroom door to prevent the cum from escaping. The air grows hot and humid from the cum. The cum accelerates. You slip and fall in your own sperm. The cum is now six inches deep, almost as long as your still-erect semen hose. Sprawled on your back, you begin to cum all over the ceiling. Globs of the sticky white fluid begin to fall like raindrops, giving you a facial with your own cum. The cum accelerates. You struggle to stand as the force of the cum begins to propel you backwards as if you were on a bukkake themed slip-and-slide. Still on your knees, the cum is now at chin height. To avoid drowning you open the bathroom door. The deluge of man juice reminds you of the Great Molasses Flood of 1919, only with cum instead of molasses. The cum accelerates. It’s been two hours. Your children and wife scream in terror as their bodies are engulfed by the snow-white sludge. Your youngest child goes under, with viscous bubbles and muffled cries rising from the goop. You plead to God to end your suffering. The cum accelerates. You squeeze your dick to stop the cum, but it begins to leak out of your asshole instead. You let go. The force of the cum tears your urethra open, leaving only a gaping hole in your crotch that spews semen. Your body picks up speed as it slides backwards along the cum. You smash through the wall, hurtling into the sky at thirty miles an hour. From a bird’s eye view you see your house is completely white. Your neighbor calls the cops. The cum accelerates. As you continue to ascend, you spot police cars racing towards your house. The cops pull out their guns and take aim, but stray loads of cum hit them in the eyes, blinding them. The cum accelerates. You are now at an altitude of 1000 feet. The SWAT team arrives. Military helicopters circle you. Hundreds of bullets pierce your body at once, yet you stay conscious. Your testicles have now grown into a substitute brain. The cum accelerates. It has been two days. With your body now destroyed, the cum begins to spray in all directions. You break the sound barrier. The government deploys fighter jets to chase you down, but the impact of your cum sends one plane crashing to the ground. The government decides to let you leave the earth. You feel your gonads start to burn up as you reach the edges of the atmosphere. You narrowly miss the ISS, giving it a new white paint job as you fly past. Physicists struggle to calculate your erratic trajectory. The cum accelerates. The cum begins to gravitate towards itself, forming a comet trail of semen. Astronomers begin calling you the “Cummet.” You are stuck in space forever, stripped of your body and senses, forced to endure an eternity of cumshots. Eventually, you stop thinking.Infinite cum. You sit on the toilet to jack off, but you begin to cum uncontrollably. After ten spurts you start to worry. Your hand is sticky and it reeks of semen. You desperately shove your dick into a wad of toilet paper, but that only makes your balls hurt. The cum accelerates. It’s been three minutes. You can’t stop cumming. Your bathroom floor is covered in a thin layer of baby fluid. You try to cum into the shower drain but it builds up too fast. You try the toilet. The cum is too thick to be flushed. You lock the bathroom door to prevent the cum from escaping. The air grows hot and humid from the cum. The cum accelerates. You slip and fall in your own sperm. The cum is now six inches deep, almost as long as your still-erect semen hose. Sprawled on your back, you begin to cum all over the ceiling. Globs of the sticky white fluid begin to fall like raindrops, giving you a facial with your own cum. The cum accelerates. You struggle to stand as the force of the cum begins to propel you backwards as if you were on a bukkake themed slip-and-slide. Still on your knees, the cum is now at chin height. To avoid drowning you open the bathroom door. The deluge of man juice reminds you of the Great Molasses Flood of 1919, only with cum instead of molasses. The cum accelerates. It’s been two hours. Your children and wife scream in terror as their bodies are engulfed by the snow-white sludge. Your youngest child goes under, with viscous bubbles and mk off, but you begin to cum uncontrollably. After ten spurts you start to worry. Your hand is sticky and it reeks of semen. You desperately shove your dick into a wad of toilet paper, but that only makes your balls hurt. The cum accelerates. It’s been three minutes. You can’t stop cumming. Your bathroom floor is covered in a thin layer of baby fluid. You try to cum into the shower drain but it builds up too fast. You try the toilet. The cum is too thick to be flushed. You lock the bathroom door to prevent the cum from escaping. The air grows hot and humid from the cum. The cum accelerates. You slip and fall in your own sperm. The cum is now six inches deep, almost as long as your still-erect semen hose. Sprawled on your back, you begin to cum all over the ceiling. Globs of the sticky white fluid begin to fall like raindrops, giving you a facial with your own cum. The cum accelerates. You struggle to stand as the force of the cum begins to propel you backwards as if you were on a bukkake themed slip-and-slide. Still on your knees, the cum is now at chin height. To avoid drowning you open the bathroom door. The deluge of man juice reminds you of the Great Molasses Flood of 1919, only with cum instead of molasses. The cum accelerates. It’s been two hours. Your children and wife scream in terror as their bodies are engulfed by the snow-white sludge. Your youngest child goes under, with viscous bubbles and muffled cries rising from the goop. You plead to God to end your suffering. The cum accelerates. You squeeze your dick to stop the cum, but it begins to leak out of your asshole instead. You let go. The force of the cum tears your urethra open, leaving only a gaping hole in your crotch that spews semen. Your body picks up speed as it slides backwards along the cum. You smash through the wall, hurtling into the sky at thirty miles an hour. From a bird’s eye view you see your house is completely white. Your neighbor calls the cops. The cum accelerates. As you continue to ascend, you spot police cars racing towards your house. The cops pull out their guns and take aim, but stray loads of cum hit them in the eyes, blinding them. The cum accelerates. You are now at an altitude of 1000 feet. The SWAT team arrives. Military helicopters circle you. Hundreds of bullets pierce your body at once, yet you stay conscious. Your testicles have now grown into a substitute brain. The cum accelerates. It has been two days. With your body now destroyed, the cum begins to spray in all directions. You break the sound barrier. The government deploys fighter jets to chase you down, but the impact of your cum sends one plane crashing to the ground. The government decides to let you leave the earth. You feel your gonads start to burn up as you reach the edges of the atmosphere. You narrowly miss the ISS, giving it a new white paint job as you fly past. Physicists struggle to calculate your erratic trajectory. The cum accelerates. The cum begins to gravitate towards itself, forming a comet trail of semen. Astronomers begin calling you the “Cummet.” You are stuck in space forever, stripped of your body and senses, forced to endure an eternity of cumshots. Eventually, you stop thinking.Infinite cum. You sit on the toilet to jack off, but you begin to cum uncontrollably. After ten spurts you start to worry. Your hand is sticky and it reeks of semen. You desperately shove your dick into a wad of toilet paper, but that only makes your balls hurt. The cum accelerates. It’s been three minutes. You can’t stop cumming. Your bathroom floor is covered in a thin layer of baby fluid. You try to cum into the shower drain but it builds up too fast. You try the toilet. The cum is too thick to be flushed. You lock the bathroom door to prevent the cum from escaping. The air grows hot and humid from the cum. The cum accelerates. You slip and fall in your own sperm. The cum is now six inches deep, almost as long as your still-erect semen hose. Sprawled on your back, you begin to cum all over the ceiling. Globs of the sticky white fluid begin to fall like raindrops, giving you a facial with your own cum. The cum accelerates. You struggle to stand as the force of the cum begins to propel you backwards as if you were on a bukkake themed slip-and-slide. Still on your knees, the cum is now at chin height. To avoid drowning you open the bathroom door. The deluge of man juice reminds you of the Great Molasses Flood of 1919, only with cum instead of molasses. The cum accelerates. It’s been two hours. Your children and wife scream in terror as their bodies are engulfed by the snow-white sludge. Your youngest child goes under, with viscous bubbles and muffled cries rising
 
paper, but that only makes your balls hurt. The cum accelerates. It’s been three minutes. You can’t stop cumming. Your bathroom floor is covered in a thin layer of baby fluid. You try to cum into the shower drain but it builds up too fast. You try the toilet. The cum is too thick to be flushed. You lock the bathroom door to prevent the cum from escaping. The air grows hot and humid from the cum. The cum accelerates. You slip and fall in your own sperm. The cum is now six inches deep, almost as long as your still-erect semen hose. Sprawled on your back, you begin to cum all over the ceiling. Globs of the sticky white fluid begin to fall like raindrops, giving you a facial with your own cum. The cum accelerates. You struggle to stand as the force of the cum begins to propel you backwards as if you were on a bukkake themed slip-and-slide. Still on your knees, the cum is now at chin height. To avoid drowning you open the bathroom door. The deluge of man juice reminds you of the Great Molasses Flood of 1919, only with cum instead of molasses. The cum accelerates. It’s been two hours. Your children and wife scream in terror as their bodies are engulfed by the snow-white sludge. Your youngest child goes under, with viscous bubbles and muffled cries rising from the goop. You plead to God to end your suffering. The cum accelerates. You squeeze your dick to stop the cum, but it begins to leak out of your asshole instead. You let go. The force of the cum tears your urethra open, leaving only a gaping hole in your crotch that spews semen. Your body picks up speed as it slides backwards along the cum. You smash through the wall, hurtling into the sky at thirty miles an hour. From a bird’s eye view you see your house is completely white. Your neighbor calls the cops. The cum accelerates. As you continue to ascend, you spot police cars racing towards your house. The cops pull out their guns and take aim, but stray loads of cum hit them in the eyes, blinding them. The cum accelerates. You are now at an altitude of 1000 feet. The SWAT team arrives. Military helicopters circle you. Hundreds of bullets pierce your body at once, yet you stay conscious. Your testicles have now grown into a substitute brain. The cum accelerates. It has been two days. With your body now destroyed, the cum begins to spray in all directions. You break the sound barrier. The government deploys fighter jets to chase you down, but the impact of your cum sends one plane crashing to the ground. The government decides to let you leave the earth. You feel your gonads start to burn up as you reach the edges of the atmosphere. You narrowly miss the ISS, giving it a new white paint job as you fly past. Physicists struggle to calculate your erratic trajectory. The cum accelerates. The cum begins to gravitate towards itself, forming a comet trail of semen. Astronomers begin calling you the “Cummet.” You are stuck in space forever, stripped of your body and senses, forced to endure an eternity of cumshots. Eventually, you stop thinking.Infinite cum. You sit on the toilet to jack off, but you begin to cum uncontrollably. After ten spurts you start to worry. Your hand is sticky and it reeks of semen. You desperately shove your dick into a wad of toilet paper, but that only makes your balls hurt. The cum accelerates. It’s been three minutes. You can’t stop cumming. Your bathroom floor is covered in a thin layer of baby fluid. You try to cum into the shower drain but it builds up too fast. You try the toilet. The cum is too thick to be flushed. You lock the bathroom door to prevent the cum from escaping. The air grows hot and humid from the cum. The cum accelerates. You slip and fall in your own sperm. The cum is now six inches deep, almost as long as your still-erect semen hose. Sprawled on your back, you begin to cum all over the ceiling. Globs of the sticky white fluid begin to fall like raindrops, giving you a facial with your own cum. The cum accelerates. You struggle to stand as the force of the cum begins to propel you backwards as if you were on a bukkake themed slip-and-slide. Still on your knees, the cum is now at chin height. To avoid drowning you open the bathroom door. The deluge of man juice reminds you of the Great Molasses Flood of 1919, only with cum instead of molasses. The cum accelerates. It’s been two hours. Your children and wife scream in terror as their bodies are engulfed by the snow-white sludge. Your youngest child goes under, with viscous bubbles and mk off, but you begin to cum uncontrollably. After ten spurts you start to worry. Your hand is sticky and it reeks of semen. You desperately shove your dick into a wad of toilet paper, but that only makes your balls hurt. The cum accelerates. It’s been three minutes. You can’t stop cumming. Your bathroom floor is covered in a thin layer of baby fluid. You try to cum into the shower drain but it builds up too fast. You try the toilet. The cum is too thick to be flushed. You lock the bathroom door to prevent the cum from escaping. The air grows hot and humid from the cum. The cum accelerates. You slip and fall in your own sperm. The cum is now six inches deep, almost as long as your still-erect semen hose. Sprawled on your back, you begin to cum all over the ceiling. Globs of the sticky white fluid begin to fall like raindrops, giving you a facial with your own cum. The cum accelerates. You struggle to stand as the force of the cum begins to propel you backwards as if you were on a bukkake themed slip-and-slide. Still on your knees, the cum is now at chin height. To avoid drowning you open the bathroom door. The deluge of man juice reminds you of the Great Molasses Flood of 1919, only with cum instead of molasses. The cum accelerates. It’s been two hours. Your children and wife scream in terror as their bodies are engulfed by the snow-white sludge. Your youngest child goes under, with viscous bubbles and muffled cries rising from the goop. You plead to God to end your suffering. The cum accelerates. You squeeze your dick to stop the cum, but it begins to leak out of your asshole instead. You let go. The force of the cum tears your urethra open, leaving only a gaping hole in your crotch that spews semen. Your body picks up speed as it slides backwards along the cum. You smash through the wall, hurtling into the sky at thirty miles an hour. From a bird’s eye view you see your house is completely white. Your neighbor calls the cops. The cum accelerates. As you continue to ascend, you spot police cars racing towards your house. The cops pull out their guns and take aim, but stray loads of cum hit them in the eyes, blinding them. The cum accelerates. You are now at an altitude of 1000 feet. The SWAT team arrives. Military helicopters circle you. Hundreds of bullets pierce your body at once, yet you stay conscious. Your testicles have now grown into a substitute brain. The cum accelerates. It has been two days. With your body now destroyed, the cum begins to spray in all directions. You break the sound barrier. The government deploys fighter jets to chase you down, but the impact of your cum sends one plane crashing to the ground. The government decides to let you leave the earth. You feel your gonads start to burn up as you reach the edges of the atmosphere. You narrowly miss the ISS, giving it a new white paint job as you fly past. Physicists struggle to calculate your erratic trajectory. The cum accelerates. The cum begins to gravitate towards itself, forming a comet trail of semen. Astronomers begin calling you the “Cummet.” You are stuck in space forever, stripped of your body and senses, forced to endure an eternity of cumshots. Eventually, you stop thinking.Infinite cum. You sit on the toilet to jack off, but you begin to cum uncontrollably. After ten spurts you start to worry. Your hand is sticky and it reeks of semen. You desperately shove your dick into a wad of toilet paper, but that only makes your balls hurt. The cum accelerates. It’s been three minutes. You can’t stop cumming. Your bathroom floor is covered in a thin layer of baby fluid. You try to cum into the shower drain but it builds up too fast. You try the toilet. The cum is too thick to be flushed. You lock the bathroom door to prevent the cum from escaping. The air grows hot and humid from the cum. The cum accelerates. You slip and fall in your own sperm. The cum is now six inches deep, almost as long as your still-erect semen hose. Sprawled on your back, you begin to cum all over the ceiling. Globs of the sticky white fluid begin to fall like raindrops, giving you a facial with your own cum. The cum accelerates. You struggle to stand as the force of the cum begins to propel you backwards as if you were on a bukkake themed slip-and-slide. Still on your knees, the cum is now at chin height. To avoid drowning you open the bathroom door. The deluge of man juice reminds you of the Great Molasses Flood of 1919, only with cum instead of molasses. The cum accelerates. It’s been two hours. Your children and wife scream in terror as their bodies are engulfed by the snow-white sludge. Your youngest child goes under, with viscous bubbles and muffled cries rising
 
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massive cope from the short (average height of 167cm), weak spic.
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we're the same size you retarded nip kek
 
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