No gym for your face
No truck for your height
No muscles for your frame
How will you survive?
What were you meant to do?
Did god force you to pick rice?
Why do you have to be 5’5?
Now there’s no more copes
At the end of the day
We’re all going to die all day
Don’t matter if we get bullied or slay
So I might as well tell you right now ricecel,
Cope, Ricecel, Cope
Life’s a living hell
No matter how many stacies you approach
How far you’re out your shell
Your eyes will still still be bulges (just like a cockroach)
And your Maxilla’s flat,
And you end up asking what is that
So one day you say, Hey maybe asianmasculinity will steer me the right way
So you get a perm, get a low taper, Maybe now I can approach some stacies without them assuming I’m a raper
They said we had high cheekbones, perfect for jb pussy
Why shouldn’t I approach, I can’t just be a wussy
Nope oh no,
That’s a cope,
Is it time to rope?
I don’t know,
So Xiaobing here you go
Cope, Ricecel, Cope
Life’s a living hell
No matter how many stacies you approach
How far you’re out your shell
Your eyes are bulged (like a cockroach)
And your Maxilla’s flat,
So you end up asking what is that
Oh shit what is that, Is it Kpop halo?
Didn’t the jews say the media was behind our failio
Well clearly not
I still wonder why things haven’t changed since they bought over kpop
You go on reddit open any sub
And you have “white girls” telling us ricemen to hit them up
But it turns out, and I warn you it’s not a girl
Chad is bored and he has to troll
Now what a brutal realization that is
That the “girl” that likes us is a he/him/his
Now I search in the bar
Why were chinks ugly to start?
I stumble upon a site, the searchbar reads
Looksmax.org, How curious to see
It tells me I’m flat, my eye orbits are round, and my Maxilla’s flat.
They rate every ricecel like me, No more than a 3, Why the hell they do that, It baffles me
Has the media been telling me lies?
They say there’s a blackpill is that real?
I might as well swallow it if you will
So I pmed a guy,
Asked for advice,
And this was his reply;
Cope, Ricecel, Cope
Life’s a living hell
No matter how many stacies you approach
No matter how far you’re out your shell
Your eyes are bulged (Like a cockroach)
And your Maxilla’s flat,
You end up asking what is that?
So I’ve come to realize
The state of my life
The Genetic lottery didn’t do me right
So I might as well enjoy the rest of what I have
Find a place to fit in, away from stacy and chad
Incels.is was the place
Where I could talk freely about my race
And why we Chinks get all this hate
Now the rest of my life I might as well enjoy
This is the best position, for a recessed soy
Spread some love, and spread some hate
Till I rot to heaven’s gates
In the end this what I tell myself
And that’s why my life is not going well.
Cope, Ricecel, Cope
Life’s a living hell
No matter how many stacies you approach,
How much you come out your shell
Your eyes are bulged (like a cockroach)
And your Maxilla’s flat,
You end up asking what is that?
Cops, Ricecel, Cope
Life’s a living hell
No matter how many stacies you approach
How much you come out your shell
Your eyes a bulged (like a cockroach)
And you Maxilla’s flat
You end up asking what is that
Cope, Ricecel, Cope
Life’s a living Hell
Cope, Ricecel, Cope
Life’s a living Hell
Cope, Ricecel, Cope
Cope, Ricecel, Cope
Cope, Ricecel, Cope.
Somebody turn this into a song because I’m too lazy too.
No truck for your height
No muscles for your frame
How will you survive?
What were you meant to do?
Did god force you to pick rice?
Why do you have to be 5’5?
Now there’s no more copes
At the end of the day
We’re all going to die all day
Don’t matter if we get bullied or slay
So I might as well tell you right now ricecel,
Cope, Ricecel, Cope
Life’s a living hell
No matter how many stacies you approach
How far you’re out your shell
Your eyes will still still be bulges (just like a cockroach)
And your Maxilla’s flat,
And you end up asking what is that
So one day you say, Hey maybe asianmasculinity will steer me the right way
So you get a perm, get a low taper, Maybe now I can approach some stacies without them assuming I’m a raper
They said we had high cheekbones, perfect for jb pussy
Why shouldn’t I approach, I can’t just be a wussy
Nope oh no,
That’s a cope,
Is it time to rope?
I don’t know,
So Xiaobing here you go
Cope, Ricecel, Cope
Life’s a living hell
No matter how many stacies you approach
How far you’re out your shell
Your eyes are bulged (like a cockroach)
And your Maxilla’s flat,
So you end up asking what is that
Oh shit what is that, Is it Kpop halo?
Didn’t the jews say the media was behind our failio
Well clearly not
I still wonder why things haven’t changed since they bought over kpop
You go on reddit open any sub
And you have “white girls” telling us ricemen to hit them up
But it turns out, and I warn you it’s not a girl
Chad is bored and he has to troll
Now what a brutal realization that is
That the “girl” that likes us is a he/him/his
Now I search in the bar
Why were chinks ugly to start?
I stumble upon a site, the searchbar reads
Looksmax.org, How curious to see
It tells me I’m flat, my eye orbits are round, and my Maxilla’s flat.
They rate every ricecel like me, No more than a 3, Why the hell they do that, It baffles me
Has the media been telling me lies?
They say there’s a blackpill is that real?
I might as well swallow it if you will
So I pmed a guy,
Asked for advice,
And this was his reply;
Cope, Ricecel, Cope
Life’s a living hell
No matter how many stacies you approach
No matter how far you’re out your shell
Your eyes are bulged (Like a cockroach)
And your Maxilla’s flat,
You end up asking what is that?
So I’ve come to realize
The state of my life
The Genetic lottery didn’t do me right
So I might as well enjoy the rest of what I have
Find a place to fit in, away from stacy and chad
Incels.is was the place
Where I could talk freely about my race
And why we Chinks get all this hate
Now the rest of my life I might as well enjoy
This is the best position, for a recessed soy
Spread some love, and spread some hate
Till I rot to heaven’s gates
In the end this what I tell myself
And that’s why my life is not going well.
Cope, Ricecel, Cope
Life’s a living hell
No matter how many stacies you approach,
How much you come out your shell
Your eyes are bulged (like a cockroach)
And your Maxilla’s flat,
You end up asking what is that?
Cops, Ricecel, Cope
Life’s a living hell
No matter how many stacies you approach
How much you come out your shell
Your eyes a bulged (like a cockroach)
And you Maxilla’s flat
You end up asking what is that
Cope, Ricecel, Cope
Life’s a living Hell
Cope, Ricecel, Cope
Life’s a living Hell
Cope, Ricecel, Cope
Cope, Ricecel, Cope
Cope, Ricecel, Cope.
Somebody turn this into a song because I’m too lazy too.
