fudge-packed up my hole and he's wild when his dick is so swollen
i've been away and because of his duration with just masturbation,
he's all proud but i have found some things
though i'll take his vile cum and snuggle too,
i never really wanted to treat him like aunt sue
weep on, riled things, cuz the whole q is not but a prison that divides dudes
as i teach, my view's like a father's to his third:
"rock your brothers' minds like a 'ho without a purse"
"son, you slight, go freak joe - shake self-hate
and give him your name you say's of men"

i want something else to get me through this
semi-charmed kind of mas - culine 'xistence
i want something else, i'm not dissin' who is gay...or biiiii

well i was told it was known i'd be matin dicks' slime and screw the holes
was my bliss, my wood was packing butts of mack bears,
styling all his shit is q's hooray
screwing all his shit would strife me up just like self-hate
we're so blocked, homos aren't found, our stuck's clock;
and we lick cock jizzum to get feeling taught
but when my luck struck, i took a hint cuz christ is risen -
i said "fuck depending, i'm competent"
i said, "now, guess i will bash what's q - i hate their lies, they defeat what's right, dude"
"now, guess i'll pen a wealth of rude awakes for the men"

i want something else to get me through this
semi-charmed kind of mas - culine 'xistence
i want something else, i'm not dissin' who is gay...or biiiii

i would bleed to be man who's reached his quota;
he's lived a healing, a godly feeling
i would bleed to be straight, to know, then a lord undrawered just can't excite
men die if q, the deal is they've gone blind cuz opposites ignite, it's all spite

and friend, the same-sex sin, i've bed, now i'm bashing...
to hell with your friggin pride-pities, you drip, you're absurd to feel alive
just when you're cuddling with the guys, you're feigned and a fairy
get help, you mess - insufficient guys lust the best,
you're simple, let "homophobe" mask your frets
so, tell me just how well you'd rate wound not by tackling nuns

and he told me that i am broken
as he balled mack he called out, "dude's my acquittal now!"
lose yourself and just let him cut you down, you queer - just get out of your lounge
and strike your fucking pride-lies, you are a flawed man locked down by your smiles
you're stuck in your gall, plight's all spite

guys will fuck to well their heads, their floozy plights..
i want something else....and i'm dissing who is gay and bi...and bi....and bi...and biiiii

well i was told it was known i'd be matin' dicks' slime and screw the holes,
and my id wants to get back there, tough gays crack me,
though it's hated by my heart, i want something male