[Intro:Fellatia Geisha]
Fellatia Geisha 'repping beta boys
2015...'o'clock
This is for all my gross b*tches...
[Verse 1: Fellatia Geisha]
You should read my youtube comments section
They're just being honest, make you vomit, and lose your erection
I need an injection of medicine
To make me more conventional
With better intentions
“You know, more intersectional feminism!”
b*tch, insert it into your rectum
Because your lecture disregards eroticism
I got beef with lotsa women
Calling me a mess 'coz my art oppresses them
Apparently, I’m just inherently offensive
And I’m on the fence with
All these ideologies
You know they really bother me
b*tch I do not stand for you
Open up a can of poop
And ram it through you
Do Voodoo on you
“Um, Voodoos cultural appropriation,”
Screw your cult, c*nt
I’ll leave your throat aching
From making you take a
Big fat c*ck in your esophagus
With no consent
My scent and stench is constant
Just like my resentment
I’m a Supreme Gentleman
Hell-bent on revenge
And you couldn't prevent me
Even with a gun law
You better run or f*ck me raw
You better run or f*ck me raw
And no I don't know what I got
But I've been gobbling lots of c*ck
So I'll probably test positive
Oh god
You better run or f*ck me raw
You better run or f*ck me raw
[Hook: Fellatia Geisha] x2
I'm a gross b*tch
I get so morose with it
Don't get too close
I'll make you comatose
The diagnosis is...I'm a gross b*tch
Ima gross b*tch
Ima gross b*tch
Ima gross b*tch