[Verse: Lynnee Breedlove]

I’m a boy

I got boyboobs

Breasticles like testicles

But higher in the hierarchy of male identity

I feel dead they be sending me

To the periphery

Cuz i eschew surgery and vitamin t

Got no money already had my body modified

Traumatized needles and knives

[Chorus]

Cuz I’m

No ho, no lo

No op at all

Spell M-A-N

(mo)

Balls to the wall

That’s all

Gonna start a support group cuz

I need hugs

Called the Big Tiity He-Man Woman Haters Club

(cunt 234)

Big lugs

Bugged by man boobs jugs

Gonna exchange tips on over the counter

Strapper downers, flatteners

Wrappers so your flappers don’t impede ya

Get between ya

When you’re tryina pound her (to a sweet punk sound)

Missionary style, but your mounds are drowning her

Cuz i m no ho (no whores?)

No (no moans!)

No op at all

Spell M-A-N

Balls (lil higher)

Tits to the wall, that’s all

[Verse: Juba Kalamka]

I’m my own personal art project

Self-obsessed that’s manly, yes

But a real man ain’t so sensitive

He’s confident

My chest don’t make me best

Your chest don’t make you less

Cuz we all just want a squishy place where we can

[slow moaning/groaning, quickened breathing]

She don’t even make naked feel fake

Skin all raw from yanked duct tape

Her gaze makes pecs outta cupcakes

(some guys get pushed outta shape

By pretty boys feeling shitty bout titties)

But cut or not cut ain't cut rate

Outside changed or unchanged

Inside self-same top shelf maing

Cuz I’m no

Ma’am sir ma’am

Spell M-A-N

Balls to the wall, that’s all