Sex Change

Ethel Cain

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    Hello?
    Hello?
    Hello?

    Fuck my mom and fuck my dad
    Got a scalpel in my pussy, got a knife in my snatch
    Cutcha dick off, bitch, throw that shit in the trash
    A hundred dollars for a tour of my plastic gash
    Price-less straight dick for a stack of cash
    Got my needles in my purse to fake a lip and a lash
    Anyone can be a man but only ladies last
    If you can't handle this shit, then bitch, get out fast

    Ahem
    Huh, I mean, well
    You see, here's the thing

    Don't call me a tranny, bitch, no I'm not
    I'm just a sad motherfucker with some genital rot
    As long as I'm pretty I don't need to be sane
    I'm a bad motherfucker with a good sex change

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    'Cause boy, here's the thing

    Do I wanna be my mom or do I like my dad?
    'Cause my identity's an Audi and it's fixina crash
    Don't get pissy when your dad comes over tryna smash
    Take a wade in my waters, jump, splash
    Get the fuck out of my house please
    If you don't believe she's real, then honey give her a squeeze
    'Cause my coochie is Gucci, yah, my kitty's a tease
    Yamagutchi, I knew she was a grade A sleaze
    Don't keep a bitch waiting if she's down on her knees
    I didn't spend all this money to feel a vaginal breeze
    She's a ravenous thing, a right queen of the hunt
    So pull your dick out, please, and come feed my cunt

    I'm sorry, that was graphic, wasn't it?
    Normally I'm much more of a lady but, well

    Don't call me a tranny, bitch, no I'm not
    I'm just a sad motherfucker with some genital rot
    As long as I'm pretty I don't need to be sane
    I'm just a sad motherfucker with a good sex change

    There's nothing for you to question, boy
    There's nothing for you to get
    Only one answer I want, boy
    And that's how's my head?
    There's nothing for you to question, boy
    There's nothing for you to get
    Only one answer I want, boy
    And that's how's my head?
    There's nothing for you to question
    There's nothing for you to get
    Only one answer I want, boy
    And that's how's my head?
    There's nothing for you to question
    There's nothing for you to get
    Only one answer I want, boy
    And that's how's my head?
    You wanna, you wanna, you wanna?
    You wanna, you wanna, you wanna?
    You wanna, you wanna, you wanna?
    You wanna, you wanna, you wanna?
    You wanna, you wanna, you wanna?
    You wanna, you wanna, you wanna?
    You wanna, you wanna, you wanna?

    Don't call me a tranny, bitch, no I'm not
    I'm just a sad motherfucker with some genital rot
    As long as I'm pretty I don't need to be sane
    I'm such a bad motherfucker with my good sex change
    So call me a tranny, bitch, I don't care
    The only thing I have my eyes on is your underwear
    Bitch, I'm pretty as fuck, bitch, you know I look sick
    'Cause you still wanna fuck me, so you can suck my dick
    Hah

    My love is pure, purely for money
    Money from people who I don't love
    Old men disgust me, I'd never love one
    Unless they give me money

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