And i promised myself i wouldn't tell you this shit today
Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,
Because what you spit is gay,
If you didn't know i feel this way
Then some lady named billie holiday
You think im gay gay, what the hey hey
Those faggots won the gay off
Speed up, patience, please cause
Blunt smoke thicker than the dick of a black trap
And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack
Where the black girls get their weaves back
We kung-fu that jack black/
From a couple feet awaybut stay away
Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay
Little gay looking boy
Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy
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