Jump to content

What song parody’s for your fetish?

TongueTied365

By TongueTied365
in Online Munch

 Share

Recommended Posts

TongueTied365

TongueTied365

Posted

We all have something about ourselves, our bodies, our kinks, our fantasies, or our fetishes that makes us uniquely us. So why not have a little fun with it?

Take a song you know, twist the words, and make it fit your world.

If you have the talent to write one completely on your own, that’s awesome. If you don’t, no worries. AI can help you along if you need a little help with the rhyme, the flow, or just getting started.

This isn’t about writing the perfect parody. It’s about having fun, embracing the parts of ourselves we sometimes hide, and maybe giving someone else a smile, a giggle, or that little endorphin rush we all need.

Make it funny, naughty, kinky, cheeky, dark, ridiculous, bold, or completely you.

Your fetish. Your fantasy. Your body. Your humor. Your voice.

Now it’s your turn. Pick a song, kink it up, and make it yours.

Share along a parody or two and spike someone’s endorphins today. 🎶🖤

TongueTied365

TongueTied365

Posted
  • Author

MAMA STILL GOT BACK

(“Baby Got Back” by Sir Mix-a-Lot)

[INTRO – SPOKEN]

Oh my God, girl, look at that mama.

Look at her butt.

It is so big.

And that rack?

Girl...

She’s fifty-something?

I mean, look at those curves.

She doesn’t even have that little waist anymore.

But, you know, who says she needs it?

She’s got hips.

She’s got thighs.

She’s got cleavage.

She’s got that whole grown-woman thing going on.

I mean, her butt, it’s just so round.

It’s like right there.

And she knows it.

She’s thick.

She’s confident.

She’s kinky.

I mean, look.

She’s just so...

Damn.

[VERSE 1]

I like my curves and I cannot lie,

You other ladies can’t deny,

That when this mama walks in with her grown-woman waist,

And a round thing filling that space,

You look twice, wanna glance right back,

’Cause you noticed mama still got back.

Deep in the jeans I’m wearing,

I know damn well why you’re staring.

Look at this mama, look at me now,

A few more birthdays, still turning heads somehow.

My waist got softer, my curves got wide,

But I still bring the country when I walk outside.

I like my shape, every inch, every line,

A little more woman and I’m feeling fine.

Inheritance is real, DNA don’t lie,

These curves came down the family line.

When I walk in wearing my favorite jeans,

I still get a whistle from the pickup scene.

They hug these hips, they hug this back,

And everybody knows this mama still got that.

[PRE-CHORUS]

I’ve done the diets, I’ve done the sweat,

But this good thing ain’t finished yet.

More years, more sass, more confidence too,

I’m finally loving what I always knew.

[CHORUS]

Mama still got back,

Hey, hey, mama still got back.

More curve in the jeans, more swing in the track,

Turn around, baby, mama still got back.

Mama still got back,

Say it loud, mama still got back.

I may have changed, but I know where I’m at,

No, this mama never lost her back.

[VERSE 2]

I like it round, I like it thick,

And fifty-something still does the trick.

I just can’t help myself, I’m loving what I see,

Now here’s the scandal: the woman is me.

I’m tired of magazines telling me

There’s only one way a woman should be.

Give me my hips and my stretch-fit jeans,

Give me a little extra room in the seams.

I see those workout videos, good for them,

But I already lived those younger years back then.

I’m not chasing some number on a bathroom scale,

I’m raising a glass to the shape that prevailed.

I had that twenty-something body before,

But I’m not standing here begging for her anymore.

She had her moment, she had her fun,

This fifty-something mama has only begun.

More hips in the sway,

More breast in the bra,

More grown-ass woman than I ever once saw.

A little bit of leather,

A little bit of lace,

A wicked little smile upon this grown-woman face.

My kinky side don’t want none,

Unless I get to keep these buns, hun.

You can do side bends or sit-ups,

But please don’t make me lose this butt.

I’m not trying to shrink it,

I’m learning how to flaunt it.

And if somebody likes the view,

Baby, they’re allowed to want it.

A word to my thick grown ***s,

I wanna stand right with ya.

I won’t shame or shrink ya,

And I damn sure won’t rethink ya.

Mama’s got years,

Mama’s got strong,

Mama’s still got it going on.

So ladies (yeah), ladies (yeah),

If your kinky side still wants to play (hell yeah),

Turn around, stick it out,

Let that grown-woman confidence shout:

Mama still got back.

Mama still got back.

[PRE-CHORUS]

My jeans got stretch, my confidence grew,

My mirror says, “Girl, look at you.”

I’m not asking anybody to approve,

I earned these curves, and I love this groove.

[CHORUS]

Mama still got back,

Hey, hey, mama still got back.

More curve in the jeans, more swing in the track,

Turn around, baby, mama still got back.

Mama still got back,

Say it loud, mama still got back.

I may have changed, but I know where I’m at,

No, this mama never lost her back.

[VERSE 3]

Yeah, baby, when it comes to this mama,

Cosmo ain’t got nothing to do with my selection.

Thirty-six, twenty-four, thirty-six?

Ha ha.

Maybe when I was twenty-three.

Now I’ve got stretch in my jeans and fight in my bra,

And I’m still the best thing this town ever saw.

That little waist may be something from the past,

But honey, take a look, I sure kept the ass.

My kinky side don’t want none,

Unless I get to keep these buns, hun.

You can do side bends or sit-ups,

But please don’t make me lose this butt.

Some people want to play that hard role,

And tell a grown woman age takes its toll.

They can toss that thought and leave it,

This mama’s too damn grown to believe it.

So somebody says I’m fat?

Well, I ain’t down with ***ing that.

’Cause my waist is soft and my curves are kicking,

And judging by the looks, somebody’s still looking.

To the beanpole dames in the magazines,

You do you, Miss Thing.

I’m not here to say your body ain’t right,

I’m just done pretending mine needs to be light.

Give me my hips,

Give me my thighs,

Give me this rack that catches some eyes.

Give me the belly,

Give me the back,

Give me every damn inch that makes mama stacked.

Inheritance didn’t miss,

These curves were always on the family list.

DNA knew where to put that fat,

And apparently it really liked my back.

A collar if I want it,

Some leather when I choose,

Lace beneath the denim,

Whatever fits the mood.

The kink doesn’t hide me,

It celebrates the fact

That fifty-something mama

Still has one hell of a rack.

And one hell of a back.

[BRIDGE]

Thirty-six, twenty-four, thirty-six?

That was a long time ago, honey, get real quick.

Now I’ve got stretch in my jeans and fight in my bra,

And I’m still the best thing this town ever saw.

So here’s to the women who’ve softened with time,

Who carry their stories in every new line.

Turn around, own it, let the whole world see,

The best kind of beautiful is finally free.

[BREAKDOWN]

Little more middle?

That’s all right.

Little more jiggle?

Hold on tight.

Fuller rack?

That’s a fact.

Rounder ass?

Look at that.

Fifty-something?

Damn right.

Still kinky?

Every night.

Want my twenty-something body back?

Hell no.

Mama still got back.

[FINAL CHORUS]

Mama still got back,

Hey, hey, mama still got back.

More curve in the jeans, more swing in the track,

Turn around, baby, mama still got back.

Mama still got back,

Sing it loud, mama still got back.

More life in the laugh, more fire in the sass,

This mama never lost her back.

Mama still got back,

Hey, hey, mama still got back.

I may have changed, but I know where I’m at,

No, this mama never lost her back.

[OUTRO]

Yeah, mama still got back.

A little more middle,

A whole lot of sass.

A fuller rack,

And one hell of an ass.

Inheritance is real.

DNA don’t lie.

Fifty-something,

still catching the eye.

I already had my twenty-something body.

She had her time.

This one is mine.

I don’t have that itty-bitty waist...

But this mama never lost her back.

be****

be****

Posted

Unholy .... because I work in a bodyshop and I be fuckin there

ki****

ki****

Posted

Sex And *** And Rock And Roll to the tune of Eight Days A Week

In****

In****

Posted

Like it, I lick it. My dick is the stiffest. My girl is my bae and my bae is my business.... As God as my witness,
her pussy is dripping.
Her wetness I'm sipping
She work me like fitness. OH
GOD. (EXCERPT from my song Super bad)

Me****

Me****

Posted

Fat Bottom Girls, You Make The Rocking World Go Round!

Deleted Member

Posted

The Cerebral Swirl

That little swirl of yours doesn’t just tease my body—it completely fucks with my head. You make yourself look so sweet and submissive, but I can feel the truth underneath it: you’re the one in control.

Every tease, every pause, every knowing look is another reminder that you’re not surrendering at all.

You’re proving you’re the Dominatrix… and I’m willingly falling under your spell, unwillingly, ***ly and submissively.

Ir****

Ir****

Posted

Hey you mrs. I don't know what the fuck your name is
I'm drawn to you, something's magnetic here
If I could approach you
Or even get close to the scent that you left behind
I'd be fine
No doubt that (no doubt)
You bring out (bring out)
The *** inside
I'd eat you alive
I'd eat you alive

Ki****

Ki****

Posted

Futa futa foxy wolf love spread on you…

https://youtu.be/5zbHcEMV2B8?si=DykbnSF9-PPmAKcu

  • 2 weeks later...
Ki****

Ki****

Posted
48 minutes ago, miki_5866 said:

Closer - Nine Inch Nails

I was also thinking NIN- perfect drug

 Share
Go to topic listing
×
×
  • Create New...