Sex Change
Ethel Cain
Hello?
Hello?
Hello?
Fuck my mom and fuck my dad
Got a scalpel in my pussy, got a knife in my snatch
Cutcha dick off, bitch, throw that shit in the trash
A hundred dollars for a tour of my plastic gash
Price-less straight dick for a stack of cash
Got my needles in my purse to fake a lip and a lash
Anyone can be a man but only ladies last
If you can't handle this shit, then bitch, get out fast
Ahem
Huh, I mean, well
You see, here's the thing
Don't call me a tranny, bitch, no I'm not
I'm just a sad motherfucker with some genital rot
As long as I'm pretty I don't need to be sane
I'm a bad motherfucker with a good sex change
'Cause boy, here's the thing
Do I wanna be my mom or do I like my dad?
'Cause my identity's an Audi and it's fixina crash
Don't get pissy when your dad comes over tryna smash
Take a wade in my waters, jump, splash
Get the fuck out of my house please
If you don't believe she's real, then honey give her a squeeze
'Cause my coochie is Gucci, yah, my kitty's a tease
Yamagutchi, I knew she was a grade A sleaze
Don't keep a bitch waiting if she's down on her knees
I didn't spend all this money to feel a vaginal breeze
She's a ravenous thing, a right queen of the hunt
So pull your dick out, please, and come feed my cunt
I'm sorry, that was graphic, wasn't it?
Normally I'm much more of a lady but, well
Don't call me a tranny, bitch, no I'm not
I'm just a sad motherfucker with some genital rot
As long as I'm pretty I don't need to be sane
I'm just a sad motherfucker with a good sex change
There's nothing for you to question, boy
There's nothing for you to get
Only one answer I want, boy
And that's how's my head?
There's nothing for you to question, boy
There's nothing for you to get
Only one answer I want, boy
And that's how's my head?
There's nothing for you to question
There's nothing for you to get
Only one answer I want, boy
And that's how's my head?
There's nothing for you to question
There's nothing for you to get
Only one answer I want, boy
And that's how's my head?
You wanna, you wanna, you wanna?
You wanna, you wanna, you wanna?
You wanna, you wanna, you wanna?
You wanna, you wanna, you wanna?
You wanna, you wanna, you wanna?
You wanna, you wanna, you wanna?
You wanna, you wanna, you wanna?
Don't call me a tranny, bitch, no I'm not
I'm just a sad motherfucker with some genital rot
As long as I'm pretty I don't need to be sane
I'm such a bad motherfucker with my good sex change
So call me a tranny, bitch, I don't care
The only thing I have my eyes on is your underwear
Bitch, I'm pretty as fuck, bitch, you know I look sick
'Cause you still wanna fuck me, so you can suck my dick
Hah
My love is pure, purely for money
Money from people who I don't love
Old men disgust me, I'd never love one
Unless they give me money