There their they're!
I see you're fucking mad
You think i care care care
You can kiss my fucking ass
Mother fucker - I am not the one, uh
Yea I peeped your peeps
You yellow fucking chicken sheep
What's fair? we've been dying over here
This could be the fuckin hill you die on
I swear I am not trying - to scare you out your skin
I'm just kind of fed and feeling loose
You're full of dread, well bitch me too
Hoping that it finally will sink in
I am not the only nigga that will kick your fuckin ass
There their they're!
I know you're feeling scared
You see the queer queer queers
And fear it will spread there, well its true
You're kids are prolly gay too
We are here with open arms to hold them
Fuck the cistem, yea. I love my they them theirs
Once in your life, the gift of bitchslap Knocks your right
And you will see - gay's a great way to be
BUT to each their own - except for Besoz, post malone
All you dizzy ass bitches can take a pew of seats
And I am not the only faggot that will kick your fuckin ass
There their they're!
I see your turning red
Booty hole tight with fear
Cuz the hijab on her head
Mind your business, ya poorly seasoned chicken (head ass)
Don't you know that cape, her wings, that sprear, my dear
Could knock you dead
So don't get your marbles spread
And I am not the only muslim that will kick your fuckin ass