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(I DO NOT LIKE TOUGA AS A PERSON AND DO NOT CONDONE ANYTHING HE HAS DONE)
Four, three, two, fork you
Listen up y’all, this shirt is ironic Saionji’s beats are best for girls hooked on angst and chronic (Chronic playboy syndrome?)
Tougalicious definition makes Kozue loco She wants to know the secrets she can’t taste in my photo Dyin’ just to know the flavor I ain't doin’ her no favors No reasons why I tease Her blush just comes and goes like seasons
I’m Tougalicious (so delicious) No, I don’t do kiss faces And if you read those fanfics Half that shirt is capricious I blow kisses (mwah!) Don’t matter if we’re just more gays Girls be lining down the aisle for a chance with me (Four, three, two, fork you)
So delicious (super sweet — haha, not) So delicious (forkin’ playboy beachhhh) So delicious (even Shiori wants a piece o’ me) I’m Tougalicious (l-l-l-like Anthy, Anthy)
Tougalicious def— Tougalicious def— (Gosh dammit, Saionji, stop forkin’ with my mic)
Tougalicious definition makes the fandom crazy Girls always squealin’, Cutesy pet names like “Kiryuu-senpai,” baby I’m the T to the O, U, the G, the A And the majority of pairings better include me, hey
I’m Tougalicious (so delicious) My aura stays malicious All the council’s gettin’ nervous ‘cause I’m playin’ so capricious Nanami’s my witness (whistle!) Bet that ship rails And he’ll be needin’ all the towels ‘cause I’ma make him sweat pails (Four, three, two, fork you)
So delicious (super sweet) So delicious (forkin’ playboy beachhhh) So delicious (even Miki wants a piece o’ me) I’m Tougalicious
(Now you background extras, hold the fork up, check it out)
Baby, baby, baby If you really want me Honey, get some patience Maybe then you’ll be my bride I’ll be tasty, tasty I’ll be raced with roses It’s so tasty, tasty It’ll make you crazy
T to the O, to the U G A — forkin’ touga T to the A, to the S T E Y — forkin’ tasty D to the E, to the L I C I O U S To the D, to the E, to the, to the, to the
I’ll just spell it out for you!
All the time I turn around, girls gather ‘round Always sniffin’ at me, wanna guess the
Color of my rose I just wanna say it now I’m so tired of all the drama Little forkers, I just don’t care
You should know I never come off as Just a little insecure, although I keep on repeatin’ how the
Revolution’s forkin’ awesome But I’m tryin’ to tell — it’s a secret I don’t wanna tell Utena says I smell
Delicious (so delicious) No, I don’t do kiss faces And if you read those fanfics Half that shirt is capricious I blow kisses (mwah!) Don’t matter if we’re just a**holes Girls be lining down the aisle for a chance with me
Four, three, two, fork you My body stays vicious Miki’s feelin’ nervous ‘cause I’m just so ambiguous Juri’s my witness (meow!) I’ll even let her first ship sail Just watch that kitten be the first to lose the forkin’ veil
So delicious (Utena, see) So delicious (you can trust me) So delicious (I’ll help you be) I’m Tougalicious, l-l-like Anthy, Anthy (Utena, Utena) It’s so delicious (ay, ay, ay, ay) So delicious (ay, ay, ay, ay) So delicious (ay, ay, ay, ay) I’m Tougalicious (say I’m meant for Anthy, Anthy)
T to the O, to the U G A — forkin’ touga T to the A, to the S T E Y — forkin’ tasty T to the O, to the U G A — forkin’ touga To the D, to the E, to the L I C I O U S D to the E, to the L I C I O U S To the D, to the E, to the, L I C I O U S To the D, to the E, to the L I C I O U S To the D, to the E, to the, to the, to the
Now, wait just a motherforkin’ second!
Do I seriously gotta spell this shirt ‘Til the end of the forkin’ series?
I mean, whoever wrote the original Never had access to spellcheck, I guess
‘Cause T-A-S-T-E-Y does not spell tasty Was this idiotic duelist illiterate, or what?
What do you mean duelist rap artists Are the only ones brave enough to write Their own grammatical car wrecks and call it music? What the fork even is Saionji doing?
He doesn’t throw down sickfics anymore?
Fork this shirt, I quit.