Why's everybody saying Faggit, Fagg*t, and Fag?

[theMuzzl3]

New whack attack from the ones who Slack
Bob Dobbs pooping on your race track.
The face of SubGenius, you have no track of,
and you actin like looping space is a jack of
what we collectively perceive as
a relatively tangible talk of smack.

I suck the titties, and the fat.
If i plant an internet bomb, your site goes splat.
You say I'm gay;
you wish I went your way.
You ain't got the time of day
to call me faggit,
right when you splash and sit,
on your homies thrustin ferret.
Clash -- of time and day…
way out of it,
frownin upon the gay;
especially when your fun stick
has got brown on it.
Call me fag, and I'll stomp on it,
and take it as a compliment.

What are we comin to,
when our best insult
from me to you
is faggit… foo?

To try to brag on
whats been staggerin around,
actin like its black
is profound.
I'll jack your words,
that you haven't even heard…
just for fun;
and you'll be stunned, son.

Yes, I say the same words:
over and over,
till you implode
cuz your ears are like stoves
that will explode,
when I roll over
like a land rover…
exclaimin what has been heard:
over and over…
and claimin it as my own word.

I'm not tryna make a name,
nor gain no fame.
its all the same,
when you got the right dame.

Yes, I'm gay.
Call me faggit.
You wanna smack it,
if you say a word.
Can't somebody come up with a different insult?
To be honest, its not a blatant insult.
As a result of your ignorance of bliss,
you are truly just a 'hit and miss'
transition of what is missin
in the mission to be within
the Sun and God…
you're a fuckin fraud,
if you spit faggit as if its bad
while you're in transit
of bein with your Dad.

You may stand your ground,
but I'm from all around.
And, I've profoundly found
that clowning you is to be
astoundingly funny.
But, I pun less, you see;
because I'm fine with being me,
and watching you try and bring reality
to a TV show
that is watching you flow…
and cracking up, laughin,
while crackin jokes
about how you sucked dick for blow.

I'm on this uncorked forum,
and yeah… I'm a dork, uhm…
But, can you see
the true colors stored
in a fork of an aquarium
that hides all the dumb
ass sides of me?

I explored what I can't see.
Are you 'you' or are you 'me'?
Don't compliment me.
Battle what I may 'be',
meaning: explain with extreme freedom;
the pain stored for
the accommodations for
all of the accomplishments
and resentments that
we claim to collectively perceive.

Love accomplishes all,
above all things.
Every being
that we are collectively seeing
is a collaboration
of our minds.
Mind you,
abominations are also
a part of what selectively
frees our beings,
as individuals
and as a whole.

You ain't no troll.
So stop sayin faggit,
and man up to it.
If you're gay, and on a roll:
no one holds it
against you;
and if they do…
they'll fit nicely under my shoe.