"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