Текст песни Timothy Hunter - HighTyde

Now Tim's a pickle tickling elf with a fetish for nipples
So he started tricking and got himself pennies and nickels
And he started saving his nickels and quarters
'Til he could finally afford the sex operation that he always wanted
Now, the thing that Tim always wanted in life was vagina
But no girl gave it to him, so he just got it put on him, Ha ha
And the surgery must not have gone according to plan
Because Tim got out of the hospital ornary and mad
Tim was acting irrational, smashing shit, he was furious
I assured him he wasn't mad, he was starting his period
So we bought him a pad, he wanted maxi with wings
We bought him two, just so his brand new panties wouldn't stink
Tim got a vagina simply because he hated his dick
And now he sits at home, eats cake
And the weight goes straight to his hips
And I'm like, shit, whatever happened to manager, Tim
It's like my boy, Tim, is out, my girl, Timantha, is in

Let's pretend that you're a man
'Cause you're not, you don't have a cock
You can't be a man when you have a twat
Let's pretend that you're a man
For a sec, you like to wear dresses
But you are not impressing anyone
So you front like you're a man
It's true, what can you do
May as well use up all of the anal lube
It's been sitting by your bed
In a drawer, we know you're a whore
Bet you're wondering why your anus is sore
'Cause you got fucked by a man

Now Tim's a pussy
A penis stroking teen who's smoking weiner
Choking, smoking poles, and sticking dildos in his beaver
Surely, Tim Hunter thought I was nice
He said I'm awesome at rapping
I said, you're pretty cool too and real good at tossing dudes' salads
Speaking of salads, having sex with Tim Hunter is messy
Cause he fucks in your lettuce and then he squirts on the dressing
It's pathetic, he doesn't get it, except in the ass
His rectum's trashed, he takes deposits in credit and cash
Matter of fact, he likes 'em black, the bigger the cock
The more likely he'll be to let you get up into his twat
You know the type, the Mother Goosey
Loosey pussy, easy does it
Shoving anal beads up inside his caboosey, faggot
I bet when Tim's at his house
He's shoving Coke bottles in him
And when he goes to the bar, I know it's not for the women
It's for the men, Tim likes the dick
He likes all the colors, he likes the size
He likes the shape, he likes to be smothered

Let's pretend that you're a man
'Cause you're not, you don't have a cock
You can't be a man when you have a twat
Let's pretend that you're a man
For a sec, you like to wear dresses
But you are not impressing anyone
So you front like you're a man
It's true, what can you do
May as well use up all of the anal lube
It's been sitting by your bed
In a drawer, we know you're a whore
Bet you're wondering why your anus is sore
'Cause you got fucked by a man

You ought to know what kind of problems that Tim's gotten in
You want a list, here's a list of all Tim's accomplishments
He's been a felon, he's been convicted of rape and slaughter
He went to jail, he tried to eat out my eight year old daughter
I can't believe this piece of douche would even assume
That he could sue, like everything I said wasn't true
But everything I ever said about Timothy's proof
Tim should do time in jail for every Y button he's pushed
And plus he looks like a mix of Butters and Dobby from Harry Potter
If they had a baby, maybe they shouldn't have bothered
Maybe they shouldn't have fathered Timothy Hunter at all
Shit, if I fathered Tim, I'd probably cut off my balls
I'd rather stick my dick in a pickle slicer twice
Or dice my dick up with a knife
And tie it tight with binder twine and hang it
'Cause I swear if I ever happen to knock up a woman
And it comes out looking like Tim, I'ma shoot it

Let's pretend that you're a man
'Cause you're not, you don't have a cock
You can't be a man when you have a twat
Let's pretend that you're a man
For a sec, you like to wear dresses
But you are not impressing anyone
So you front like you're a man
It's true, what can you do
May as well use up all of the anal lube
It's been sitting by your bed
In a drawer, we know you're a whore
Bet you're wondering why your anus is sore
'Cause you got fucked by a man