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