There's a lady who's sure that her son is a girl
And she's blocking his hormones at eleven.
When she gets old she knows, her son will wear girls clothes
With a deranged doctor she can get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and shes blocking his hormones at eleven.
Jeanette has hit the wall, and she wants to be sure
That her youngest son never grows a real weenie.
In a tree by the brook, there's a tranny who swings,
Suicide is always given.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder.
There's a feeling I get when I look at the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen Ahmir’s thigh and Jazz’s feet,
And the terror of those who stand looking.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder.
And it's whispered that soon, if Jazz follows the Jew,
Then the dilator will need to be eased in.
And a new day will dawn for those who cut off their dong,
And the asylums will echo with laughter.
If there's a pop under your blanket, be alarmed now,
It's your axe wound leaking pus from your new bean.
Yes, there are two genders you can go by, but in the long run
You should have just stayed a boy Jaron.
And it makes me wonder.
Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,
The dead are calling you to join them,
Dear ladyman, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your mother lied, you’re Palestiniaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnn
ohhhhh ohhh ohh
And as we wind on down the road
Teratoma taking over our soul.
There walks a tranny we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How she dilates her pus filled hole.
And if you listen very hard
Jazz’s words will come to you at last.
When all alone and hope is gone
To cut off your cock and fill your hole.
And she's blocking his hormones at eleven.
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