Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,
There's nothing he can do, he let it get away
I'm telling you the truth when i say bruno mars is gay.
So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea
Man the fuck up like that tall nigga roy
Little gay lookin' boy
Who will make a gay pay.
Im im on tha way
Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands
Is he gay? is he straight? does that boy wear name brands?
But knowin you through music is going to change the world
You gay bee say me is the worst in your verse rehearsed
You must have won every pageant in america when you was young
A chronicled naysaying of a hospital patient, a nautical mason,
All you're talking about is gay shit, and fucking a man.
Bet they all will tune in, so i'mma do it bigger than
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