Letras
God made me in her image
Christians raised me as a man
Type of shit I'm on
Y'all wouldn't understand (look)
I might really fuckin' die for this shit
They might send me to a camp
If I'm fighting Project 2025 in this bitch
I feel like Michael
Tyson, Jackson
Tool is plastic
Movement silent
Luigi's mansion
Holy moly
Turn a piggy
Into chicharrones
(I feel so Ready to Die)
I really feel as B.I.G. as Christopher Wallace
Feel like Unabomber
Imma pull up on congress and euthanize them
Big end to the little cisgender pity party
I'll feed a Nazi to the sharks
If y'all wanna talk about Great Whites
They manifestos manifesting ghosts
So lemme show y'all how to write
Hit you with the Drake in broad daylight
I been on estrogen for two years
I know a bitch when I see one
Keep that iron on my hip
Keyboard warriors anemic
Box them past half-court
I keep them on the defense
All these audacious Tiki Caucasians
Leave them all leaking on pavement
Your colonized idea of Jesus won't save you
I guarantee, ain't no maybe
I push the P in P-R-I-D-
Turn right to Eazy-E, contract HIV
Pray for peace but gotta keep it violent
Demonize my people, elect tyrants
It's why I keep the Nina
Feet stay in the Nikes
Bumpin' Mac and Doechii
While the river just keeps being denied
That horse led your ass to water
But you still won't drink it
It came right out that fucker's mouth
And you still just don't think it's that big of a deal
(Bitch I'm just keeping it real)
This shit sucks but it don't happen in a vacuum
It's all corrupt, it's all prepackaged
From the White House to the classrooms
Now you're wondering