Dust Cake Boy (Minneapolism)

[Intro] Yeah, shoot Yeah, why don’t you shoot? Yeah, why don’t you shoot? Yeah! [Verse 1] Indian Billy, simple sin, scratches across my Skin skin skin, skin skin skin Soft gravel scratches across my Skin skin skin, skin skin skin It ain't love, baby, that makes this martyr grin Simply sick, where Billy's Been been been, been been been [Chorus] Oh, my soul There's a hole Oh, my soul [Verse 2] Sending psychic messages [?] Billy [?] We've all dragged our Jesus hair around [Bridge] Wow, he fucks real [Verse 3] She screams out your name cause she sweats to be Me me me, me me me Has a crystalline cunt made of mint julep Tea tea tea, tea tea tea You're staring at something you're never gonna see Take your small eyes away from Me me me, me me me [Chorus] Oh, my soul There's a hole Oh Dust cake [Outro] Woah