Is this the bachelor or the bachelorette?
How many fucking self centered people
Do I have to kiss?
I used to be scared of tv
Cuz I’d show up like a huge naked prick.
And if there’s a lag or delay in the live
It might as well have been mine.
My main issue with people
Is my sex.
So instead of finding one
I just fuck whoever’s presenting
The ass up in the air begging
The lords’ service is fair.
Don’t tell me you didn’t like me
I know you’d go both ways
On the subject of fucking
Is my doritoes gingivitis breath
Earthy like your vagina
How many times you shed?
It’s like the old goat
Stuck in prison for wankerbacking
Or all the queers shipped to new Zealand
That’s my number two.
The shit corn floater in the toilet
And she on my premise
I made her into a weakened weekend third
Don’t try too hard, honey
I know it’ll all look like
Your spaced face case
I am the finale.
I’m letting my mom decide which ones face I will come on.
This is like the last weekend at Rutgers
And all the fucking ass I could ever have
I’m just too conceited
I need to pressure children
Will you birth me some little faggot
Who ends our last great kingsman lineage?
PRAY FOR AIDS,