Poetic Anarchist

I had time to give it some thought
just who the fuck I think I am
suddenly the floodgates stopped
the sky opened up
and I could see the light

I’m sent to bring sexy back to insanity
while having critics talk shit about me
you can pray for my rotting soul
then bend over, take that cross
and stick it up your asshole
because…

I’m a mad mad mad man
and if you don’t like it you can kiss my ass
and if you like it you can suck my dick
because I like that, oh yeah, I like that

could give a fuck who thinks I’m vulgar
those are the same ones looking up child porn
sitting on their hand to give themselves a stranger
looking at me like I’m the sick fuck
all while their wife is out getting grabbed by the pussy
she likes it so much she lets me put it in her tushy
then turns around to get dicked between the tits
I shoot so hard the cum hits her lips
she doesn’t wipe it off, she just lets it drip
but as for me…

I’m a mad mad mad man
and if you don’t like it you can kiss my ass
and if you like it you can suck my dick
because I like that, oh yeah, I like that

I’m the kind of guy that nuts
inside sexy girls who like to fuck
but I understand some men are stuck up
using religion to rain on everyone’s parade
and that’s why they have to settle for some ugly cunt
the kind that will grift off you when you die
and when you see god he’ll call you a hypocrite
then bitch slap you until you see flames
while I’m here laughing
living it up like a poetic anarchist

in case you’re wondering
just who the fuck I think I am