Текст песни
She puts the girl in girl-faggot
I put the cunt in continuous and severe lapse in judgment
So popular with the girls they love to dial my number
They call me Always how I broke these flows in my slumber
Awoke cause of a loud clock, now in the mirror there's a loud clocky bitch
Gets off when others watch, big hand on her brittle hips
Small one on a cigarette, her breath smells of licorice
An imminent display of her ambivalence
Chews on her words, mise en bouche surreptitiously
How vicious can her visions be? Plenty of revisions weeks
Spent awake ain't been asleep in twenty days this imagery
Gets twisted to the spit of me and hits you quick like twisted tea
I'm a genetic mystery, they used crispr to engineer a white trans Mister T
E cost me all my green, you could say I spilled the tea
Leaves of pot and nicotine, they mark the skin upon my sleeve
Like my autoimmune disease
Keep talking shit, keep arguing
Barbecuing as your group is falling off for all these useless tidbits of pedantry
You ebb and flow past bigotry
Coast of the coattails of billionaires who'll pay your biggest fees
Piggy bank is limitless don't kill the goose that lays your bills
Don't ruffle the wrong feathers, better fall in line with your quill
Wanna make a deal? The crows you'd speak upon their will
And those who seek this type of fame: the cancelled men of comedy
Got me yawning at your punditry
Displaying your redundancy and selling it as honesty
Your two cents ain't worth shit, wouldn't pick it up from dollar tree
And yet your fans worship you, some pocket change idolatry
Keep clockin' in, show them trannies! Keep poppin' in all them xannies
Keep logging into Musk's Twitter, keep posturing like you're manly
Your opulence obvious your opposition stating blandly
Challenge any standup to go bar for bar with me, you can't withstand me
I'm a faggot yet it's all my ops who are fuckin' ass
You got a concern? Who fuckin asked?
You'd better be served by touching grass
Now let's look under the mask