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Discussion I want to do an incel parody of this song, can anyone help me with the lyrics?

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Original Lyrics:
Some people say a man is made out of mud
A poor man's made out of muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's a-weak and a back that's strong
You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine
I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine
I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal
And the straw boss said "Well, a-bless my soul"
You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain
Fightin' and trouble are my middle name
Raised in the Canebrake by an old mama lion
Ain't no a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
If you see me comin', better step aside
A lot of men didn't, and a lot of men died
With one fist of iron, and the other of steel
If the right one don't get you then the left one will
You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
 
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Some people say a chad is made out of gold
An Incel's made out of bad genes and mold
bad genes and mold and skin and bones
A jaw that's a-weak and a height that's low
You make sixteen posts, how do you cope
Another day older and closer to rope
 
Some people say a chad is made out of gold
An Incel's made out of bad genes and mold
bad genes and mold and skin and bones
A jaw that's a-weak and a height that's low
You make sixteen posts, how do you cope
Another day older and closer to rope
Normies don't try helping 'cause your advice is shit
its over for me and it always will be


I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine
I picked up my blackpills, started the salt-mine
I made sixteen posts of comedy gold
And the IT fags said "Sweety, no no no"
You make sixteen posts, how do you cope
Another day older and closer to rope
Normies don't try helping 'cause your advice is shit
its over for me and it always will be


I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain
sub and human are my middle name
Raised in the modern degenerate society
Ain't no shallow foid who'd ever love me
You make sixteen posts, how do you cope
Another day older and closer to rope
Normies don't try helping 'cause your advice is shit
its over for me and it always will be


When foids see me comin', they step aside
All of them did it, and all of them lied
All they want is chad, and beta orbiters
They fuck the first and exploit the rest
You make sixteen posts, how do you cope
Another day older and closer to rope
Normies don't try helping 'cause your advice is shit
its over for me and it always will be
@THE TRUE HONKLER done. Anything I can do to make it better?
 
Normies don't try helping 'cause your advice is shit
its over for me and it always will be


I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine
I picked up my blackpills, started the salt-mine
I made sixteen posts of comedy gold
And the IT fags said "Sweety, no no no"
Saint Blackops please take me 'cause I can't cope
I owe my fate to society’s hate
I was born one mornin' and the foids did whine
I brought all my pills, then I had the soys mine
I made sixteen posts of comedy gold
And the soy fag said “Sweety you’re a-way too bold”
 
I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain
sub and human are my middle name
Raised in the modern degenerate society
Ain't no shallow foid who'd ever love me
I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain
Based and blackpilled are my domain
Raised in the sewers by an old postmax bro
Ain’t no virtue-signal foid’d make it worth the time
 
I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain
Based and blackpilled are my domain
Raised in the sewers by an old postmax bro
Ain’t no virtue-signal foid’d make it worth the time
Saint Blackops please take me 'cause I can't cope
I owe my fate to society’s hate
I was born one mornin' and the foids did whine
I brought all my pills, then I had the soys mine
I made sixteen posts of comedy gold
And the soy fag said “Sweety you’re a-way too bold”
Good additions
Some people say a chad is made out of gold
An Incel's made out of bad genes and mold
bad genes and mold and skin and bones
A jaw that's a-weak and a height that's low
You make sixteen posts, how do you cope
Another day older and closer to rope
Saint Blackops please take me 'cause I can't cope
I owe my fate to society’s hate


I was born one mornin' and the foids did whine
I brought all my pills, then I had the soys mine
I made sixteen posts of comedy gold
And the soy fag said “Sweety you’re a-way too bold”
You make sixteen posts, how do you cope
Another day older and closer to rope
Saint Blackops please take me 'cause I can't cope
I owe my fate to society’s hate


I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain
sub and human are my middle name
Raised in the modern degenerate society
Ain't no shallow foid who'd ever love me
You make sixteen posts, how do you cope
Another day older and closer to rope
Saint Blackops please take me 'cause I can't cope
I owe my fate to society’s hate


When foids see me comin', they step aside
All of them did it, and all of them lied
All they want is chad, and beta orbiters
They fuck the first and exploit the rest
You make sixteen posts, how do you cope
Another day older and closer to rope

Saint Blackops please take me 'cause I can't cope
I owe my fate to society’s hate
LATEST VERSION:

Some people say a chad is made out of gold
An Incel's made out of bad genes and cope
bad genes and cope and skin and bones
A jaw that's a-weak and a height that's low
You make sixteen posts, how do you cope
Another day older and closer to rope
Saint Blackops please take me 'cause I can't cope
I owe my fate to society’s hate


I was born one mornin' and the foids did whine
I brought all my pills, then I had the soys mine
I made sixteen posts of comedy gold
And the soy fag said “Sweety you’re a-way too bold”
You make sixteen posts, how do you cope
Another day older and closer to rope
Saint Blackops please take me 'cause I can't cope
I owe my fate to society’s hate


I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain
Based and blackpilled are my domain
Raised in the sewers by an old postmax bro
Ain’t no virtue-signal foid’d make it worth the time
You make sixteen posts, how do you cope
Another day older and closer to rope
Saint Blackops please take me 'cause I can't cope
I owe my fate to society’s hate


When foids see me comin', they step aside
All of them did it, and all of them lied
All they want is chad, and beta orbiters
They fuck the first and exploit the rest
You make sixteen posts, how do you cope
Another day older and closer to rope

Saint Blackops please take me 'cause I can't cope
I owe my fate to society’s hate
 
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Good additions
Some people say a chad is made out of gold
An Incel's made out of bad genes and mold
bad genes and mold and skin and bones
A jaw that's a-weak and a height that's low
You make sixteen posts, how do you cope
Another day older and closer to rope
Saint Blackops please take me 'cause I can't cope
I owe my fate to society’s hate


I was born one mornin' and the foids did whine
I brought all my pills, then I had the soys mine
I made sixteen posts of comedy gold
And the soy fag said “Sweety you’re a-way too bold”
You make sixteen posts, how do you cope
Another day older and closer to rope
Saint Blackops please take me 'cause I can't cope
I owe my fate to society’s hate


I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain
sub and human are my middle name
Raised in the modern degenerate society
Ain't no shallow foid who'd ever love me
You make sixteen posts, how do you cope
Another day older and closer to rope
Saint Blackops please take me 'cause I can't cope
I owe my fate to society’s hate


When foids see me comin', they step aside
All of them did it, and all of them lied
All they want is chad, and beta orbiters
They fuck the first and exploit the rest
You make sixteen posts, how do you cope
Another day older and closer to rope

Saint Blackops please take me 'cause I can't cope
I owe my fate to society’s hate
LATEST VERSION:

Some people say a chad is made out of gold
An Incel's made out of bad genes and cope
bad genes and cope and skin and bones
A jaw that's a-weak and a height that's low
You make sixteen posts, how do you cope
Another day older and closer to rope
Saint Blackops please take me 'cause I can't cope
I owe my fate to society’s hate


I was born one mornin' and the foids did whine
I brought all my pills, then I had the soys mine
I made sixteen posts of comedy gold
And the soy fag said “Sweety you’re a-way too bold”
You make sixteen posts, how do you cope
Another day older and closer to rope
Saint Blackops please take me 'cause I can't cope
I owe my fate to society’s hate


I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain
Based and blackpilled are my domain
Raised in the sewers by an old postmax bro
Ain’t no virtue-signal foid’d make it worth the time
You make sixteen posts, how do you cope
Another day older and closer to rope
Saint Blackops please take me 'cause I can't cope
I owe my fate to society’s hate


When foids see me comin', they step aside
All of them did it, and all of them lied
All they want is chad, and beta orbiters
They fuck the first and exploit the rest
You make sixteen posts, how do you cope
Another day older and closer to rope

Saint Blackops please take me 'cause I can't cope
I owe my fate to society’s hate
I feel like it could be better still, but that's all the creativity i've got to add right now
 

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