50 Shades of Gay

Now pick apart My S E X U A L I T Y and tell me these traits That must define me. From my heads to my tippy toes Am I more man or Mo? Dont hesitate While you emasculate They must call you Webster Because you act like now. Is it because- I dye my hair to ignite these eyes Or I skip to the beat And step in time? I dont wear clothes that pop My pants sag NOT snap I dont death at the drop But Ill always clapback. I pee standing up But cry standing down, More wit in this sass To asassinate a clown. I flick my wrist- sideways But have hair on my chest, I dont pluck my brows - For days I choose ladies over men To spill the tea But I can outrun a sportsman If someone is chasing me. I got Fem tropes. I pull man ropes. I dont vape, I smoke Im riddled with jokes. Got a snaggle tooth That bite will your truth, Im not GQ clean But I on the cover if you know what I mean. Liza, Judy, Gaga, Babs Parade my phone with disney pics and washboard abs. Denzel, Deniro, Statham Are the dudes I roll I dont spit whiskey But ill drink vodka from the bowl. I believe in truth and the American way I pray to God, YES I was born this way. So paint my sterotype With your sheltered PC hype, I am just a ruggedly handsome prototype- Now continue to archetype me As I drop this Mic.