"Yo, okay on some real shit, fuck Asbestos Lead Asbestos Y'all think you can go in your little house With your little broke-ass MacBook Make a couple distorted beats and Sing about sucking dick like you own the goddamn place Fuck Asbestos Lead Asbestos Fuck Joey Fuck Cassidy Fuck motherfucking Yeepfest Y'all ain't know shit; y'all just a couple broke-ass kids from the suburbs Who ain't know a goddamn thing about anything Fuck you" What will happen to the photos of us When we die I place us in fictitious situations too much Or maybe it's not enough To imagine myself walking besides you I'm not your average twink I don't wanna talk to you It makes me think Leave me alone because I realized everyone is a transphobe Sometimes you know I just wanna fuck Sometimes of course I am a sexless husk We're just here molding the clay Until the day I dry out