Piss King

Lyrics
I'm the Piss King I've lived in it for a minute Can't even deal, less there's a fuck you clause in it Infinite, you claim getting my skinny Fuck self loathing, I'd rather be controlling Piss on the press tent, bent, God sent Pitch a tent, the effect I have on straight men Essentially folly, you non-consensual poly Ended up salty but you ended upon me, AH! Everybody knows that whip cold Nobody knows that dicks cold Now serving that white gold, that Val Kilmer, that Bob Mould Keep your options open I don't need a single Trojan Yeah she keeps me housebroken, outspoken, cloud-token I'm floating, I'm coy, I'm happy at the open dough boy in the middle Five weeks and I'm showing Five weeks and I'm glowing Stanley's in I'm shroving(?) proved He was loping when she took off my clothing wet [Chorus] If your man can't kick the fuck up Who am I? Wicked wicked high Sing it with me If your man can't kick the fuck up Wicked high Kick the fuck up! Hail Mary him This shit is like gold dust He's a fraction of a bastard, a horcrux Meticulous image is meant to pillage more bucks From the billies in my city who adore trucks No friend would've left me in the embassy Tripping balls as I wept blood stoically Categorically, no Morrisey You're the himiliar(?), lady-killered her Fuck every punk on tour with a mistress If I was single you could swing from this dick, bitch Your claims at martyrdom, we kick-started them And like the exodus, we departed them The departed clip a rat while he lingers (Drew bear, gray hair cut, danced on this finger)(?) I've done more with, these pain-riddled brains Than you have ever done twice as fuckin' sane, that's weak! [Chorus] If your man can't kick the fuck up Who am I? Wicked wicked high Sing it with me If your man can't kick the fuck up Wicked high Kick the fuck up! [Outro] Two world soldiers left on the beach One's called Zach, and the other one Screech Little lies lifted from the lungs of the leech We won't rest till he's fucking impeached (x2)
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Credits
- Writers
- Max Bemis