Kutna Hora

He thinks that he can change me
But he doesn't know that

(Getting to the point where it says you're gonna ask for their social
Instead of saying, "I need your social security number"
I like to preface it with a little bit of
"I'm ready for that number now."
And every single time, they immediately give me that number.)

92 degrees
It's hot outside like Chicken Little's dad
Short shorts, candy nails like the Skittles, yeah
I might invent a genre, I might invent a gender, yeah, yeah
Asshole pink like my hair, asshole pink donut like Blender, yeah
69 degrees
It's cold inside 'cause of the AC
I have been to ANE and Megaplex, not AC
Call me over to the wall, he's tryna catch me gayly
In that shirt that's way too small, he thinks that he can change me
But he doesn't know that
I can tell if the tummy soft 'fore I even touch it
Perk my ears up, bunny hop, then proceed to fuck it
'Magine what we do in private if this how I talk in public
'Cause he looks like how Bayboy draws Sam the dog
With the beard I can sink my lips into like mwah
We can take these gummies and then run around the con
With the beer, I can drink my sips in two secs flat
Wanna frot, Have that nasty kinda dude sex, yeah
Body hair I can sink my lips into like mwah
Body soft, I can press my tits into like mwah
See that thing and I get it get it wet, no hawk tuah

And he don't even know that
After I drop this shit, I can put stamps on his passport
Yeah I mean fly around, because that is what that's for
I am so deep in this shit like it's assvore

Happy like the wheels on the flash game
Always like my bass loud, always been a brash gay
'Nother iPod shuffle just to use it as a ashtray
I've been making music as long as it's been my last name

Take you to Kutná Hora
We can spend hours, heures, horas
He thinks that he can change me
But he don't even know that

Industry plant me on Earth just to have a good time
I don't do good shit, all I drink or do is whine
I don't fuck around with catty, don't you waste my time
The only cat they see me being is one in a blindfold
Purring, do whatever I'm told
A masochistic little asshole
Fall in love with me then I'm cold

Party like it's 2024, hear a knocking at my door
It's the police let them in, bust a 9mil through their skin
Become enemy of state, this summer's gonna be great
Gooey drip in my mouth, call me total jerkface

Happy like the wheels on the flash game
Always like my bass loud, always been a brash gay
'Nother iPod shuffle just to use it as a ashtray
I've been making music as long as it's been my last name