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letra de soliloquy of sodomization - hydracoque

[intro // hydracoque]
mmm, yeah, nigpro records in this b-tch, i’m ’boutta tell you ’bout my motherf-ckin’ soliloquy of sodomy, n-gga
h-ll yeah, let’s get in this sh-t
i’m f-ckin’ g-y, n-gga
ayo where my d-ld- at?

[chorus // hydracoque]
this is my soliloquy of sodomy, alone in my closet
i’m torn apart by thoughts of n-ggas tearin’ my -n-l pocket
loadin’ up the shotgun, thinkin’, ah do i wanna c-ck it?
but it’s 4 am today, i haven’t even had c-ck yet
every day’s a battle with my s-xuality
hated by the straights for keepin’ s-m-n splattering
a g-y n-gga in totality, but b-lls and p-n-s damaged me
starin’ down the barrel like, is this my finality?
this is my soliloquy of sodomy alone in my closet
torn apart by thoughts of n-ggas tearing my -n-l pocket
loadin’ up the shotgun thinkin’, ah, do i wanna c-ck it?
but it’s 4 am today and i haven’t even had c-ck yet
[verse 1 // hydracoque]
soliloquy of sodomy, alonе in my bathroom
thinkin’ of the p-n-s that can pleasе my g-y ass soon
i’m a c-ck wh0re, you can tell by my tattoos
or by the way that the p-n-s made my ass ooze
c-ck straight but my desires bent up like cashews
d-ck out in public, precum drippin’ on my d-mn shoes
if i wanna f-ck you, i will not ask you
i’ll just pull yo pants down and blast goo
s-m-n super soaker or what have you
fully loaded fully automatic cum gun
n-gga you know blastin’ cum’s fun
i cannot help it, that’s why i’m torn apart deep inside mentally
torn apart by the n-ggas i’ve torn apart h0m-s-xually
soliloquy of sodomy, alone in my bathroom still, and i still haven’t even had c-ck yet
i been poppin’ a whole lot of them blue pills and i still haven’t even had hot s-x
all that i gotta do is drive down to the bar
with the d-ld- on the seat of my cum-stomized car
it’s got a big engine, 6 liters and 8 pistons, my big r-ct-m, fits p-n-ses, 8 d-cks in
any minute i’ma take limp fruity fists in… almost there and my precum keeps drippin’
pull up outside, the g-yest n-gga has arrived
wave to my queers, s-m-n swap high five
this should be a paradise but it feels wrong inside
i want that p-n-s so bad but i don’t wanna be alive
i want shots in my ass but also shots in my head
i’m talkin’ cummies but i’m also talkin’ lead (k!ll me)
every night i lay surrounded, n-ggas all in my bed
and when they drift off to sleep, i wanna be dead
(shots in my head)
[chorus // hydracoque]
soliloquy of sodomization
mind split in half by thoughts of g-y penetration
p-n-s in my ass is my only medication
emotional prolapse, my death will be pained fun
this is my soliloquy of sodomy, alone in my closet
i’m torn apart by thoughts of n-ggas tearin’ my -n-l pocket
loadin’ up the shotgun, thinkin’, ah do i wanna c-ck it?
but it’s 4 am today, i haven’t even had c-ck yet
every day’s a battle with my s-xuality
hated by the straights for keepin’ s-m-n splattering
a g-y n-gga in totality, but b-lls and p-n-s damaged me
starin’ down the barrel like, is this my finality?
this is my soliloquy of sodomy alone in my closet
torn apart by thoughts of n-ggas tearing my -n-l pocket
loadin’ up the shotgun thinkin’, ah, do i wanna c-ck it?
but it’s 4 am today and i haven’t even had c-ck yet

[verse 2 // hydracoque]
and all i ever wanted was to feel okay with my desires
n-gga f-ck my dirty p-n-s, sometimes i just wanna light it on fire
no c-cks can feel the gaping void left in my soul
and no man can hit the prostate buried deep in my hole
man i’m fed up, i feel like a filthy little slave
and i want that, but i feel so stuck and depraved
i’m at rock bottom, never been in a worse place
and to top it all off, i’ve got f-ckin’ aids
staring up at the ceiling fan, life, i don’t even f-ckin’ need it man
no matter how much i suck p-n-s man, i’ma head to neverland like i’m g-y peter pan
got me screamin’ “d-mn!”, if only i had a life with some meanin’ man
-cries-
i just wanna be bleedin’ man…
i see no rope so i tie my p-n-s into a knot
’cause my shotgun is gone, and it is not
on the dresser where it once was
looked into the mirror above so many times when i was getting b-ttf-cked
f-ck, i just need to hang myself with my p-n-s and leave my body to rot
and set fire to my f-ckin’ home, make sure that my body drop
wait, my shotgun, i left it in the trunk
f-ck it, i’ll just use that, blast my problems away like some sp-nk
i guess it really does get better in the end
goodbye to life, dyin’ is my new friend
-gunshot-
soliloquy of sodomy
soliloquy of sodomization
mind split in half by the tho- uh, a 12 gauge shotgun
a g-y ghost, divorced from my body and mortal problems
feelin’ forever in peace now that i finally decided to solve ’em
a prolapse poltergeist, gonna tease n-ggas with no condoms
a friendly but flirty ghost, whenever i decide to haunt ’em
soliloquy of sodomy, and this is the epilogue
a ghost above my fleshen body, free, the flesh is gone
broken free from my mortal form
former body cold, but my soul is warm
[outro // hydracoque]
this is my soliloquy of sodomy alone in my closet
torn apart by thoughts of n-ggas tearing my -n-l pocket
loadin’ up the shotgun thinkin’, ah, do i wanna c-ck it?
but it’s 4 am today and i haven’t even had c-ck yet

- hydracoque

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