Dr. Visit
Lyrics
[Intro - breathy whispers over deep 808 bass pulse, slow trap hi-hats fading in, sensual reverb]
Tie you down, alpha... make you beg...
Scratch that itch... so deep...
[Verse 1 - smooth R&B croon, low-pitched male vocals, finger-snapped rhythm, subtle synth pads building tension]
Mike got a problem, only Doc could fix,
Itch in that spot, straight boy shouldn't lick.
Coach sent him in, trusted that hand,
But real alphas fight, won't let no man land.
Tied to the table, wrists buckled tight,
Legs spread wide, exposed in the light.
Doc Riley glides in, gloves slick with oil,
Massagin' that hole, makin' you boil.
[Pre-Chorus - rising aggression, layered harmonies with ad-libs, swelling strings and sidechained kick]
Feel it buildin', prostate throbbin' hard,
Fingers divin' deep, tearin' you apart.
You shake in them restraints, sweat drippin' slow,
Hands-free cummin', beggin' for more.
[Chorus - explosive soulful rap, aggressive double-time flow, massive 808 drops, breathy backing moans, distorted bass]
We'll take turns poundin', stretch you so wide,
Reach that spot deep, make your whole body slide.
Shakin' in chains, alpha breakin' free,
Finish hands-free, milked empty for me.
Poundin' relentless, Coach tagged in raw,
Fill you fuller than fingers, breakin' your law.
Cummin' untouched, prostate on blast,
We own that ass, make it last.
[Verse 2 - dark edgy R&B-rap hybrid, pitched-down vocals, glitchy hi-hat rolls, passionate whispers escalating to growls]
Once ain't enough, your hunger's insane,
Doc calls in Coach, double the pain.
Cooper steps up, cock thick and veined,
Slides in balls-deep, got you unrestrained.
Prostate gettin' hammered, waves crashin' high,
You moan like a bitch, straight facade a lie.
Tied down and opened, filled past the rim,
Scratchin' that itch, makin' you swim.
[Bridge - stripped-back vulnerable soul, piano chords and breathy falsetto, slow-building trap snare rolls, emotional ad-libs]
Real men don't bend... but you crave this fire,
Shakin', breakin', lost in desire.
Deeper we go... feel it pulse...
Hands-free explosion... no choice...
[Chorus - intensified drop, furious rap delivery over heavier 808s, multi-tracked aggressive moans, full passionate harmonies]
We'll take turns poundin', stretch you so wide,
Reach that spot deep, make your whole body slide.
Shakin' in chains, alpha breakin' free,
Finish hands-free, milked empty for me.
Poundin' relentless, Coach tagged in raw,
Fill you fuller than fingers, breakin' your law.
Cummin' untouched, prostate on blast,
We own that ass... forever last.
[Outro - fading ethereal reverb, slowing breathy whispers, dissolving synths and echoing 808s, final moan ad-lib]
Tied down... filled deep... hands-free... shake...
Alpha no more... ours to take...