Happy Easter, shake your keister
Shake your birthday cake for the Thanksgiving feasters
Eighteen, seventeen, who gives a damn?
How low can you go for the gaze of a man?
Get picked or get kicked, they’re your only choices
Don’t talk about boundaries, men have louder voices
They call themselves protectors only when it’s convenient
So much for protection when the penalty is lenient
A slap on the wrist that got Carpal Tunnel Syndrome
From jacking it to rape, but you can’t blame him, though
Staring is caring, videos are for sharing
Freedom of information was just a red herring
“Not All Men” is a political slogan
Blasted through a bullhorn by fans of Joe Rogan
They swallow Red Pills that were stolen from the source
Sci-fi directors who were labeled “trans whores”
And now we got a system and we call it Penis Power
Confused with people power, ‘cause the people have soured
On the illusion of choice, whether it’s voting or abortion
Work within a system overpowered by extortion
Anger is for criminals, violence is for sinners
They tell you speaking softly is the way to be a winner
Of every debate you’ve ever been a part of
Get arrested anyways, no chance for a pardon
Slammed to the ground, wrists heavily bound
The last of your girlhood is nowhere to be found
Patriarchy wanted this the whole fucking time
So they can dodge accountability for every crime
Against a woman’s body, her mind, and her soul
Reducing her to whether men want to fill her holes
A world run by fascists will always fall apart
Where’s the awe and wonder of men with black hearts?
What can they create with a world they have robbed?
Even AI chatbots think the world’s made of slop
Loneliness epidemic? That’s what happens when you kill
There’s nobody left to share your enjoyment of the thrill
Last man standing is a dead-end situation
Spend your life in squalor, there’s no fun in masturbation
