Trigger Warning

I am nothing Let's take two things, and smash them both together You're the bird, and I'm the feather, we always stick together They try to tell us that we aren't good enough to make our own decisions But we don't listen, we never like to listen We tell them to take their big old speakers, and shove them up their Keisters We were the prettiest Cheer leaders until they caught us under the Bleachers With a Pot Head Rebel Senior, so fuck your Misdemeanor I've always been Mr. Mrs, and most times I'm neither So hike up your skirts and show them your dicks Mr. Preacher is so excited, he acts like he's sick We are just weird Ironic Mullets, just school kids dodging bullets Here is a trigger warning, pull it I don't get why they keep holding my words against me Don't they know the alphabet is my favorite penitentiary I've got varietal forms, not for societal norms Before I signed a deal with the devil, my lawyer looked over the terms His opinion was firm, it's that, or sleep with the worms I would have signed it anyway because I yearn for the burn I never take the right turn, I was born a Sub Culture slut, sluts Must have been in dad's sperm I can feel eyeballs on me digging into my skin Why did you push out a Square Peg Mom, I'm not fitting in LGBTQ a million flags, and I'm one of them Got off the reservation, can't do the tribalism You might think that I'm a Macho Borracho Your language right now could be considered as hostile You act as judgy, and white as the shit you sniff up your nostril God painted you a Realism Piece, and made me a Picasso So take off your robes and show us your souls Propaganda smells like shit as it starts to mold We're all, so whitewashed that we're brainwashed Just Rednecks chasing Sasquatch Here is a trigger warning, and you are the mascot Let's all run to the capitol with guns and bombs And then quiver with joy as we cum on our stepmoms Let's all blab about our history, when our true history is mystery Here is a trigger, thank god you missed me So hike up your skirts and show them your dicks Mr. Preacher is so excited, he acts like he's sick We are just weird Ironic Mullets, just school kids dodging bullets Here is a trigger warning, pull it I am nothing