Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,
I'm the burger king, i gotta have it my way
Why does it matter anyway, your gay,
And it begins to phase him more each day
Few chips, i get out n' spray
I hope you prayed, unless your gay
O conquered coke hits in his gay car
The things they say went a little too far
Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix
Little gay looking boy
Those faggots won the gay off
Please hold your applause
Yeah you can call that nigga gay
So close i could give flip a play
You think im gay gay, what the hey hey
She can't know where my mother stay
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