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
Motherfucker, I am not the one, uh

Yeah 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
I hope it will finally sink in

That I am not the only nigga that will kick your fuckin' ass

There their they're!
I know you're feelin' scared

You see the queer queer queers
And fear it will spread there, well it's true
Your kids are probably gay too

We are here with open arms to love them
Fuck the system, yeah
I love my they them theirs

Once in your life, the gift of bitchslap knocks you right
And you will see, that gay's a great way to be
But to each their own, except for Bezos and 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 you're turning red

Your booty hole tight with fear
'Cause the hijab on her head
Mind your business, ya poorly seasoned chicken

Don't you know that cape, her wings, that spear, my dear
Could leave you dead
So don't get your marbles spread

And I am not the only Muslim that will kick your fuckin' ass