| I walked into the eagle and someone called me cis
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| I said I’m not cis I’m a sissy should I call you mister or miss
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| (I said) I’m actually a transvest but before I got too tite
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| The place erupted into my first gender pronoun bar fight
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| They said I was a Ross Cross dress for less wannabe queer
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| I said my gender isn’t fluid, but that’s how I like my beer
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| They thought I was just posing or on a publicity stunt
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| Until I did a line off Scarlett’s hundred thousand dollar cunt
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| She paid a hundred thousand clams for a single clam in front
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| A very pricey pussy paid for by the government!
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| Then I said fuck you euphemism
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| Cis butt fuck my cis clit
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| Your hypocritical
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| Political correctness
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| Ain’t legit
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| I mean it fuck you euphemism
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| I say what I wanna say
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| I love that LGBTQ will never include K
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| Cuz they say that unlike cis queers kinksters make a choice
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| They’re wrong but yes we choose which gag to take away our voice
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| Now I identify as a grain of salt Peter panarchist
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| Or a poly rubber puppy switch brat slut dharmasochist
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| So, I said fuck euphemism your words are neophyte
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| I’m a single not a plural person so call me per for the night
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| You’re wrong if you hate me just cuz I’m a word Smith and Wesson
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| Cuz I nicked this terminology from a Doris Lessing lesson |