There Their They're

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