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”
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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
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
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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