[Verse 1]
Is there a remedy for living on the street?
Forget a kick out of life, I need to eat
Using music to flow the throw of crisis
Never talk unless I'm stepping on a beat
Whether it’s a story or whether it be real
Whether I buy heroin or I buy a meal
When I'm writing lyrics, my music isn't like this
But let me break into the chorus to tell you what I feel

[Hook]
Fuck origin stories
Fuck having a past
Fuck living a life
I’ll fuck a turkey's ass

[Bridge]
Haha, some gay shit
When you're homeless, you gotta not be a [censored]
That's how a [censored] gets killed, weak-ass motherfucker
(Sniffs) Ahh
When I need to keep my dick warm, I put it in a foul ass
Get it? "Fowl"

[Verse 2]
Turkey on the mic', let me show you how I do it
Spitting over music, let me walk you through it
Moving out of Russia, moving into Africa
I'm-a [censored]-ass for sure
Lick a black ball-sack, ball-bag, gooch-flap
Let me show you cunts how I make cash
Fuck a man in the ass until he fucks me back
Gay men like to repay the favour (That doesn't even rhyme)
[Hook]
Fuck origin stories
Fuck having a past
Fuck living a life
I'll fuck a turkey’s ass

[Verse 3]
I’ve been bent over by fourteen different males
It was very painful
Try shoving fourteen carrots up your ass at once
Yeah, it was a bit like that
I'm-a nut a bell-end, but try and keep it sexual
I don’t want to be hit again, daddy
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, daddy
I'll put my dress back on (You’re damn right)

[Interlude]
(Sobbing)

[Hook]
Fuck origin stories
Fuck having a past
Fuck living a life
I'll fuck a turkey's ass
Fuck origin stories
Fuck having a past
Fuck living a life
I'll fuck a turkey's ass
[Outro]
We came from fuck out of nowhere, uh, for no god-damn reason and if you don't like it, we're very sorry for that inconvenience