Compositor: Não Disponível
Just imagine what it would be like
To carry a child for nine months
And to raise him to adulthood
Only for that son to be Richard Spencer
They demand flesh
They demand sex
It's their God given right
Being a man gives them the right
Tears of laughter
For the incels
Fits of laughter
Never to enter gates of flesh
MAGA caps and khakis shorts
And a week without a shower
Throw away those Gillette razors
And scream that you are God's gift to women
They demand flesh
They demand sex
It's their God given right
Being a man gives them the right
Tears of laughter
For the incels
Fits of laughter
Never to enter gates of flesh