Barsexuals

I was at a bar one night and it was live, as a friend of mine decided to try some chick and her friend who was visibly drunk approached
She thought I was a guy
Now the bartender was fixin’ to cut her off, he noticed that she was leanin’ on me for support, when she belched it smelled like pork and onions
Then she grabbed me by my pants and sho’ nuff it was empty. Leanin’ in to further inspect she squeezed my left titty and was like: “Yo, you’s a bitch!” She couldn't believe it, she said: “Ahn-ahn I don't slide down no fake dick, silicon plastic or whatever it is you nasty bitches put up your punanis these days. You ain't slick!”  
I ain't gon lie that kinda hurt my feelings a lil’ bit but then I ordered a Corona with a lime in it and before you know it she was pulling me to the dance floor and threw her ass back across my coochie.  
She was saying crazy shit like: “Philly steak and cheese me please. I'm compatible with all 12 signs, what's yours? I'm a Gemini.”  
Way before the night was over she hit the floor blacked out, the sistah she came with had to carry her out
These barsexuals need their own letter in the queer spectrum cause they out here
And hear me when I say they're sloppy
Some of them hold content for queer folk but then when it's Karaoke night they wanna sing shit like: “I'm coming out” “It's raining men”  
Well okay then
They're out here seeking attention and hanging out with whoever will buy them a drink, but I ain't got it Love, think I'll stay my ass in the house tonight