If anybody has a problem with my shirt, I can always take it off...slowly...with "Pump Up the Volume" playing in the background. Get your dollar bills ready and make that shit rain.
If anybody has a problem with my shirt, I can always take it off...slowly...with "Pump Up the Volume" playing in the background. Get your dollar bills ready and make that shit rain.
VERSE 1
You always like to brag about being offensive
But when it’s thrown back at you, you go on the defensive
It’s never funny when it happens to you
Just your strawman drag queen gay black jew
You think of drag queens more than they think of themselves
Even though not one of them is hoarding the wealth
Then you go on a rant about men’s mental health
Calm the fuck down, Chad, you did it to yourself
CHORUS
Drag Queen Derangement Syndrome
The kind of disease that puts you in the happy home
From the gates of agony to the puzzle factory
All because a dress-wearer just wanted flattery
VERSE 2
When you’re at a drag show, you get an erection
Then all of the queens need some witness protection
When you pull out a gun bigger than your own dick
And hold down the trigger for a symphony of clicks
Now all of the sudden, you’re the next Jesus Christ
And a shoo-in for employment with the incels at ICE
Now I know why you like to wear a ski mask
‘Cause you’re drooling like a dog when you see a queen’s ass
CHORUS
Drag Queen Derangement Syndrome
The kind of disease that puts you in the happy home
From the gates of agony to the puzzle factory
All because a dress-wearer just wanted flattery
VERSE 3
Your hard drive is a treasure trove of perversion
The only sexual relief for unlovable virgins
You got pics of Kamala in leather lingerie
But they’re fake as fuck, that’s why AI has an A
Deepfakes on AOC baring her breasts
But yours are much bigger, spinal health is a mess
Pictures of drag queens eating up all your RAM
And a ten-year-old girl posing naked on web cams
CHORUS X2
Drag Queen Derangement Syndrome
The kind of disease that puts you in the happy home
From the gates of agony to the puzzle factory
All because a dress-wearer just wanted flattery
OUTRO
You honestly think Michelle Obama is a man?
That must be the reason why you’ve got your dick in your
hand!
VERSE 1: SERIAL CONTRARIAN
Listen up, my opinions are the only ones worth having
I’m taking off the kid gloves, we don’t need the extra padding
Your favorite show sucks, it only made a hundred bucks
Your favorite album’s trash, it’s not worth the change and
cash
Your favorite food is ass, it takes a million years to pass
World’s first anal stone, it’ll break your tailbone
You can’t walk away from a friendly debate
Or else you’re the one who’s fascist and full of all the
hate
CHORUS 1: ME
Serial contrarians are no different from the Aryans
We can’t have nice things, ‘cause we’re ruled by kings
Can’t I have five minutes where you shut the fuck up?
I’d probably get five seconds with my kind of luck
VERSE 2: SERIAL CONTRARIAN
Audiobooks don’t count, because you can’t see the words
They’re like campfire stories, in case you haven’t heard
I’m not trying to be ableist, that’s why I like AI
‘Cause we all know the dunderheads never score high
CHORUS 2: ME
Serial contrarians are filled up with arrogance
Just leave my stuff alone, ‘cause it’s where I call home
Can’t I have a moment so that I can sit and think?
I’m just buying time until you push me to the brink
VERSE 3: SERIAL CONTRARIAN
Unpack your bags and get out of the Uber
Did you forget that I’m famous and a powerful YouTuber?
If you break up with me, you violate the First Amendment
Court of public opinion, you’re the obvious defendant
I’ll make a thousand hit pieces and rack up ad money
Until you come back, kiss my cheek, call me honey
You’re more likely to come packing a loaded 45
I brushed up on Algospeak, now my ass is unalived
CHORUS 3: ME
Serial contrarians are just techno-libertarians
And now they’re all cancelled for being big assholes
They’ll never change their ways, so it’s time to walk away
With my head held high as I flip the bird goodbye
Serial contrarians are ripping out their hair again
They can keep from turning pink if they’d just see a shrink
But therapy is heresy, at least that’s what they’ll say
So they walk among the sheep and let out a loud bray