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You're Mine song
Hi, I'm Baldi, nice to meet ya
Fuck me in the ass and call me Patricia
Book's your game? Just shout my name
When you let me use my whip
So that's one book right, but you're all wrong
You haven't even let me use my thong
While I sing you this song, it goes, "Ding-dong"
Like the door I open on you
Here's a tip, abandon ship
Or you're gonna see me campfire willy
Oh, oh, oh, hi there (Welcome to my hooker palace)
Oh, oh, oh, hi there (Please don't leave, I have no friends)
Oh, oh, oh, hi there (Let's go camping, let me touch ya)
Oh, oh, oh, hi there (Haha, I tied you up)
Every boy and girl, come dance around
Let's get an orgy started
Get the Bully's fists and the skipping rope
We'll fill your asshole with it
Gonna make it rain Coca-Cola
Gonna send you right back to detention
Pay attention to my dick's ascension
Sixteen bits of dodgy tension
You cry, I just hit harder
You're wrong, I'll speed up faster
I rigged this for my pleasure
In this classroom, I'm the master
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
I'm gonna make you scared of me
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
You're my ecstasy
Bitch, runnin' through the halls, slow down
Shoutin' noises that sound like, "Fuck you, Baldi"
(the rest of the song is on the site named Genius, or search up You're Mine song to know the rest)
Fuck me in the ass and call me Patricia
Book's your game? Just shout my name
When you let me use my whip
So that's one book right, but you're all wrong
You haven't even let me use my thong
While I sing you this song, it goes, "Ding-dong"
Like the door I open on you
Here's a tip, abandon ship
Or you're gonna see me campfire willy
Oh, oh, oh, hi there (Welcome to my hooker palace)
Oh, oh, oh, hi there (Please don't leave, I have no friends)
Oh, oh, oh, hi there (Let's go camping, let me touch ya)
Oh, oh, oh, hi there (Haha, I tied you up)
Every boy and girl, come dance around
Let's get an orgy started
Get the Bully's fists and the skipping rope
We'll fill your asshole with it
Gonna make it rain Coca-Cola
Gonna send you right back to detention
Pay attention to my dick's ascension
Sixteen bits of dodgy tension
You cry, I just hit harder
You're wrong, I'll speed up faster
I rigged this for my pleasure
In this classroom, I'm the master
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
I'm gonna make you scared of me
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
You're my ecstasy
Bitch, runnin' through the halls, slow down
Shoutin' noises that sound like, "Fuck you, Baldi"
(the rest of the song is on the site named Genius, or search up You're Mine song to know the rest)
Have you heard of the You're Mine song?
Yeah It's my favourite song!
It goes like: Hi, I'm Baldi, nice to meet ya
Fuck me in the ass and call me Patricia
Book's your game? Just shout my name
When you let me use my whip
So that's one book right, but you're all wrong
You haven't even let me use my thong
While I sing you this song, it goes, "Ding-dong"
Like the door I open on you
Here's a tip, abandon ship
Or you're gonna see me campfire willy
Oh, oh, oh, hi there (Welcome to my hooker palace)
Oh, oh, oh, hi there (Please don't leave, I have no friends)
Oh, oh, oh, hi there (Let's go camping, let me touch ya)
Oh, oh, oh, hi there (Haha, I tied you up)
Every boy and girl, come dance around
Let's get an orgy started
Yeah It's my favourite song!
It goes like: Hi, I'm Baldi, nice to meet ya
Fuck me in the ass and call me Patricia
Book's your game? Just shout my name
When you let me use my whip
So that's one book right, but you're all wrong
You haven't even let me use my thong
While I sing you this song, it goes, "Ding-dong"
Like the door I open on you
Here's a tip, abandon ship
Or you're gonna see me campfire willy
Oh, oh, oh, hi there (Welcome to my hooker palace)
Oh, oh, oh, hi there (Please don't leave, I have no friends)
Oh, oh, oh, hi there (Let's go camping, let me touch ya)
Oh, oh, oh, hi there (Haha, I tied you up)
Every boy and girl, come dance around
Let's get an orgy started
You're Mine song by AwesomeAlexTheReal5914 April 12, 2024
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You're Mine song
Hi, I'm Baldi! Nice to meet ya
Fuck me in the ass and call me Patricia
Book's your game? Just shout my name
When you let me use my whip
So that's one book right but you're all wrong
You haven't even let me use my thong
While I sing you this song, it goes, "Ding-dong"
Like the door I open on you
Here's a tip, abandon ship
Or you're gonna see me campfire willy
Oh, oh, oh, hi there (Welcome to my hooker palace)
Oh, oh, oh, hi there (Please don't leave, I have no friends)
Oh, oh, oh, hi there (Let's go camping, let me touch ya)
Oh, oh, oh, hi there (Haha, I tied you up)
Every boy and girl, come dance around
Let's get an orgy started
Get the Bully's fists and the skipping rope
We'll fill your asshole with it
Gonna make it rain Coca-Cola
Gonna send you right back to detention
Pay attention to my dick's ascension
Sixteen bits of dodgy tension
You cry, I just hit harder
You're wrong, I'll speed up faster
I rigged this for my pleasure
In this classroom, I'm the master
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
I'm gonna make you scared of me
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
You're my ecstasy
(insert the rest of the lyrics)
Fuck me in the ass and call me Patricia
Book's your game? Just shout my name
When you let me use my whip
So that's one book right but you're all wrong
You haven't even let me use my thong
While I sing you this song, it goes, "Ding-dong"
Like the door I open on you
Here's a tip, abandon ship
Or you're gonna see me campfire willy
Oh, oh, oh, hi there (Welcome to my hooker palace)
Oh, oh, oh, hi there (Please don't leave, I have no friends)
Oh, oh, oh, hi there (Let's go camping, let me touch ya)
Oh, oh, oh, hi there (Haha, I tied you up)
Every boy and girl, come dance around
Let's get an orgy started
Get the Bully's fists and the skipping rope
We'll fill your asshole with it
Gonna make it rain Coca-Cola
Gonna send you right back to detention
Pay attention to my dick's ascension
Sixteen bits of dodgy tension
You cry, I just hit harder
You're wrong, I'll speed up faster
I rigged this for my pleasure
In this classroom, I'm the master
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
I'm gonna make you scared of me
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
You're my ecstasy
(insert the rest of the lyrics)
Hey bro have you listened to the You're Mine song by DAGames?
Oh yeah its so good, it goes like Hi, I'm Baldi! Nice to meet ya
Fuck me in the ass and call me Patricia
Book's your game? Just shout my name
When you let me use my whip
So that's one book right but you're all wrong
You haven't even let me use my thong
right?
Oh yeah its so good, it goes like Hi, I'm Baldi! Nice to meet ya
Fuck me in the ass and call me Patricia
Book's your game? Just shout my name
When you let me use my whip
So that's one book right but you're all wrong
You haven't even let me use my thong
right?
You're Mine song by AwesomeAlexTheReal5914 May 26, 2024
You're Singing my Song
Jay: "Man I hate society nowadays, everyone is too shallow and obsessed with social media."
Alex: "You're singing my song man, I totally get it..."
Alex: "You're singing my song man, I totally get it..."
You're Singing my Song by suburban__dictionary April 13, 2023
chud run
A trip to a grocery store, convenience store, or gas station for the sole purpose of buying an excessive amount of junk food and sugary drinks, usually with friends. A chud run often happens late at night and ends with everyone involved hating themselves afterwards.
chud run by chad brandson July 24, 2026
Word of the Day on July 28, 2026
flophouse
Any house/apartment/frat house/trailer/etc. which is used for individuals to crash (sleep, chill, hang out, lurk, etc.) for a period of time. In order to "crash", one must not actually live there (e.g. have their name on the lease, own said flophouse, etc.). Flophouses are typically used by college students, drug addicts, transients, vagrants, or other unsavory characters.
A flophouse may also be the home owned by the parents of a college student, who after being away at college, wishes to live as if he/she is still at college (e.g. staying out all night, returning just to crash at mom and dad's house, then leaving again), rather than conforming to the pre-college rules.
A flophouse may also be the home owned by the parents of a college student, who after being away at college, wishes to live as if he/she is still at college (e.g. staying out all night, returning just to crash at mom and dad's house, then leaving again), rather than conforming to the pre-college rules.
Example #1
Dude: (Talking to someone passed out face first on the floor of his college apartment) Hey man, who the hell are you? What do you think this is, a flophouse??
Bro: Sorry dude, I must have passed out for a minute.
Example #2
Mom: Where have you BEEN for the last three days? You come home just to sleep?? What do you think this is, a flophouse??!!
Son: What's your problem? I'm an adult now!
Dude: (Talking to someone passed out face first on the floor of his college apartment) Hey man, who the hell are you? What do you think this is, a flophouse??
Bro: Sorry dude, I must have passed out for a minute.
Example #2
Mom: Where have you BEEN for the last three days? You come home just to sleep?? What do you think this is, a flophouse??!!
Son: What's your problem? I'm an adult now!