Last night I made the call
To the one who R'd y'all
Hanging up I wanted to smooch
But dammit my asshole's gone loose
Not for the money, not for the fame
Tyrone fucked me for his sick game

But, now it's safe - the brown eye of my asshole
I can't replace the scars that were made by a thousand knee grows
No more living trapped inside
In cuck cage I'll surely die
In the brown eye of my asshole, I blew cocks away

You'll grow to KWAB my name
You'll hate me just the same
You won't need your breath
I cried when T met his death
Not from the years, not from the use
They used my tears for the lube