There’s some things I feel I need to say I wish you wouldn’t call me fake I could care less You’re gay Body like a string bean Your like a faggot with a toupe You’re a beautiful fiasco like loupe Lee stop being mean Stop trying to be me Why the fuck you’d want to be me beats me You’re better off dead tooI I think you’re too scared to meet me You probably just can’t take dick Idk eat me You’re like a little girl who’s made of glass You’d Probably shatter into a million pieces if I ever tap that ass Glass I can see right through You ride dick so much you must be gay Fake motherfucker I’ll blow you away Yeah you’re definitely gay I’ll burn you up and crush you like a Crembrule You’re super gay What the fuck do you want me to say I been thinking bout what you said all day I got a job I start Monday My microscope is broken anyway You’re voice turns me on and I hear it all day I shouldn’t open up I should just pray I pray put your sexy little fucking Lucifer on my stupid face get you wetter than Venice I’ll come out to play If You’re not of this world I’m from Venus You can tell your boyfriend to wait in the car with his microscopic penis I like seeing that you’ve been listening to my shit I know you hit play. Heaven keep me posted on the nature of the coming days. I know the future seems miles away. It’s closer to now than yesterday