Faget
Korn
I'm just a pretty boy, whatever you call it You wouldn't know a real man if you saw it It keeps going on day after day, son you fake, and if we don't want none I'm sick and tired of people treating me this way everyday Who gives a fuck? Right now I got something to say To all the people that think I'm strange I should be out of here locked up in a cage You don't know what the hell is up now anyway You got this pretty-boy feeling like I'm enslaved To a world that never appreciated shit You can suck my dick and fucking like it He had my gun but he had to find the money any say He had my gun but he had to find the money anyway He had my gun but he had to find the money don't wanna say He had my gun but he had to find the money anyway He had my gun but he had to find the money any say He had my gun but he had to find the money going away He had my gun but he had to find the money don't wanna say He had my gun but he had to find the money don't anyway I'm just a pretty boy, I'm not supposed to fuck a girl I'm just a pretty boy, living in this fucked up world All my life, who am I? I'm just a faget Faget I'm a faget Faget I'm not a faget What am I? Faget You mother fucking queersnone.
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