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letra de coming out my closet - mc burberry

[intro]
where’s my p-n-s?
i have no p-n-s in my b-tt hole – there you go
yeah.. yo, yo

have you ever been hated or discriminated against?
i have; i’ve been penetrated and ej-cul-ted against
rammin’ shafts up my f-ggot a-s, look at my bra-s
ever since cla-s i’ve been suckin’ off my teachers to pa-s
all this c-m motion unloadin’ run deep as ocean’s explodin’
nut keeps splashin’ from f-ggots just suck ’em off and keep goin’
nut-takin’ bummer i’m known as to every one in my region
keep stickin’ a-s in the mornin’ and takin’ c-cks in the evenin’
leaves me with a taste as sour as seminal in my mouth
see they can b-gg-r me, but y’all never figured me out
look at me now; you know i got a d-ck in me now
blame my momma?
she was the fattest sl-t in the house!

chorus:
i’m sorry momma!
i never meant to hurt you!
i never meant to make you cry; but tonight
i’m comin’ out my closet (one more time)
i said i’m sorry momma!
i never meant to hurt you!
i never meant to make you cry; but tonight
i’m comin’ out my closet

ha! i got some vibrators in my closet
and i don’t know if no one knows it
so before they throw me inside my coffin and close it
i’ma expose it; i’ll take you back to ’83
before i ever had to worry about the hiv
i was a baby, maybe i was just a couple of months
my f-ggot father used to put his w-lly up in my bum
cause he split, my -n-l cherry then he came in my eye
and lookin’ back on it all now i f–kin’ wish i could die
i look at g-ys, see, and try to picture their bare behinds
even if i hated men , i’d grit my t–th and i’d try
to make it work with ’em, at least for papa’s sake
he maybe made some mistakes
but he’s the only g-y who taught me everything that i know today
what he did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb
but the smartest sh-t he did was put a condom on his king dong
”cause he’da k!lled me; sh-t he woulda shot c-m in my throat
it’s my life, i’d like to welcome y’all to “the batty boy show”

repeat chorus

now i would never diss my own momma just to get recognition
take a second to listen for who you think this record is dissin’
but put yourself in my position; just try to envision
witnessin’ your momma gobblin’ mormon missionaries in the kitchen
b-tchin’ that someone’s always pullin’ down her drawers and cl-t’s itchin’
goin’ through public wh0r-house systems, victim of crack-controlled pimpin’
my whole life i was made to believe i was straight when i wasn’t
’til i grew up, now i do what you did, i’m sick to my stomach
guzzlin’ it
wasn’t it the reason you gave that vd to me ma?
so you can try but can’t deny the way you treated me ma?
but guess what? you’re gettin’ alzheimer’s now, brain dead and alone too
and your care home security’s gettin’ lax, you’re gonna know when i bone you
my a-shole’s gettin’ so big now; you should see it, it’s beautiful
but you’ll never see it â ’til i sh-t on you at your funeral!
see what hurts me the most is when i take c-cks that are long
rips through my thong – keep tellin’ myself its all ’cause’a mom!
but how dare you try to take what you didn’t help me to get
you selfish b-tch; i fought f–kin’ long and hard for these d-cks
remember when elton came out g-y and you said you’re glad it’s not me?
well guess what, i +am+ g-y – g-y as a f-ggot can be!

repeat chorus (2x) till end

- mc burberry

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