[Verse 1]
RuPaul the fracker cackling off
Rainbow strap on the shoulder hoist the state-issued Kalashnikov
Yah yah yah-ah

[Hook]
I was sitting under that dying oak tree
Didn’t think I’d be here long enough to see
The fruits of my seeds
But I also didn’t think it would die right over me

[Verse 2]
Hellfire scorch, says the trad-cath
But you ain’t fazing my queer black ass
Not a rats ass given ‘bout the Nasdaq
My neck’s the erogenous zone, tap that
They all ran their tongues past that
Internally went bat-scat
Coitus and gatherings fantastical
I wish this and more for my fags and fools
To my Chechen queers moving tactical
Internationally compatible
Drag is now an avenue of capital
Get dragged across the avenue by radicals

[Hook] 2x
I was sitting under that dying oak tree
Didn’t think I’d be here long enough to see
The fruits of my seeds
But I also didn’t think it would die right over me
Right over me

--chopped & screwed--
To my Chechen queers moving tactical
Internationally compatible
Drag is now an avenue of capital
Get dragged across the avenue by radicals
I was sitting under that dying oak tree
Didn’t think I’d be here long enough to see
The fruits of my seeds
But I also didn’t think it would die right over me
Right over me
I was sitting under that dying oak tree
Didn’t think I’d be here long enough to see
The fruits of my seeds
But I also didn’t think it would die right over me
Right over me