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