oh look at tha gay poetic duo
don't even know they through yo
they be speaking slow you know
like to butt buddies switchin a role
taking shit from each other like a name
then driving straight people insane
with incepted talking, such shame
but they're bad ass, they spit fag game
i'm about to tame these crouch nazis, yo behave
before you end up in your ky jelly grave
no longer fucking, or talking strange
so original and lame, i guess tha son's to blame
were ya boyfriends first or did u play the range
your homo lyrics are driving me to be derange
so go light ya sage and turn off the light in your sexual cage. before you really set me a rage
i bite hard and i won't suck it after i rip it off
then cough, as i feed them to the pigs in a trough
hey its your life style
but still in awhile
your going be in a pile
of dirt dying from that vile
u took to get off, so smile
and i'll sit back and rile
in your state of dead denial
you can join that fag 'em on 8 mile
peace crazy's ya senile