Because I always exist
And you man, will always point
To your faces, and Rex complexes
Oh gentlemen, with your fish
The fat face stings
The you surround, all around
Full of the oppressed puss
Riddle my breast
To the wind, of prostitution
I slice off those rosy cheeks
Damn good too
The rat race begins
I hold the fresh pink baby
Your fishes, at me
But I will always exist
With a smile