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Disco Faggot
02:16
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Everybody get on the dance floor
Another MC Tanuki hit
No politics in this one baby
It's the Disco Faggot
Disco
I'm a Disco Faggot
Disco
I'm a Disco Faggot
Disco
I'm a Disco Faggot
Disco
I'm a Disco Faggot
Got nice kicks and kicked in teeth
Got no house I kick it on the street
Got no money and I got no car
But I got a nice celly so there we are
I take pics and put em on OF
Because every chaser wanna see my breasts
Spend 20 more I show em all the rest
Hit my vape just like I'm takin a breath
THC hits me and the feelin is soothin
Never feel the sadness cause I never stop movin
Hangin in an alley when the music gets to groovin
If I make it out to Cali think that life would be improvin
Cause I wouldn't be misgendered so much
And I'd get laid more
Disco
I'm a Disco Faggot
Disco
I'm a Disco Faggot
Disco
I'm a Disco Faggot
Disco
I'm a Disco Faggot
Folks kicked me out when I was only fifteen
Because bein in the closet just ain't my scene
Stepped out the door and now I'm livin a dream
I got estrogen, progesterone, and spiro in me
Want some too?
Hey I'll share em wit y'all
Take hormones and have a Ball
Because livin in sadness and depression ain't All
Time to get on your knees and Hear the Call
Got no problems
I'm a Disco Faggot
Play all day
Just gotta have it
High every night like it was a habit
If there's a Bigot then well motherfucker stab it
Yeah
I tricked you
This was always a political song
Cause when you're a Faggot?
Your whole life is politicized
Disco
I'm a Disco Faggot
Disco
I'm a Disco Faggot
Disco
I'm a Disco Faggot
Disco
I'm a Disco Faggot (And you know I gotta have it baby)
Disco
I'm a Disco Faggot
Disco
I'm a Disco Faggot
Disco
I'm a Disco Faggot
Disco
I'm a Disco Faggot
Faggot
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Combs
02:03
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You know
You and me used to eat chips at the subway
And we
We never held hands even though I wanted to
It wasn't manly
You used to save all these comics from the internet rooms
Just to show me
We spent a week at your friend's house that's where
You used to blow me
I took a bite of your french fry, then you sighed
And gave me the box
You never kissed me once that's why i cried on that night
When you went to prom
Never played a video game
I never told you my real name
I saw you once, was not the same
You saw my joy I saw your shame
out the closet, what a shocker
you ruin kids just like doug walker
i got big, you saw on gawker
got my pic in your work locker
And now that i got titties and a dick just like
The kinda girls you used to show me porn of every night
I kinda wonder if the only thing about me you liked
Was
That i made you feel good about yourself
And i lacked validation
I remember one time you said that i felt
just like masturbation
that didn't do very much for my poor
self-esteem issues
you used me up and left me on the floor
just like your tissues
remember that time when Nat died? it was real bad
Blood everywhere
I had to go home and pretend I was fine, I was sad
But you didn't care
Now I think about you with a lot of regret
For the rules we set
I think if maybe you and me never met
It would be for the best
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Stephanie Baudelaire Olympia, Washington
mctanuki@gmail.com
MC Tanuki is a project of Stephanie Baudelaire which explores the darker side of
Nerd Life.
mrspotatodick is her Queercore Riot Grrrl band. They do weird shit.
The Baudelaires is her family's musical collective.
Willard Buddy and the Big Shelton Smoke-In is a production of Stephanie Baudelaire.
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