It's a shame Russ isn't doing his "Piano Man" Billy Joel biopic, I wrote a theme tune for it:
It's nine o'clock on a Saturdy
There's a gimpy-faced man in the gym
Every Chad is his enemy
And everyone's laughing at him
He says "I'm gonna sue a celebrity"
"I don't know how the law goes"
"But I'll file pro se, and maybe one day"
"I'll get my dick wet in some hoes."
Write us a song, you're the Incel man
Use it to put the world right
We're all in the mood for hilarity
And we heard that your head's getting tight
Now Ariana's a superstar
Russ waited in line for three hours
But when Russhole's turn came, the outcome was lame
He couldn't even give her some flowers
So Russ decided to sue her now
To make her meet him in court
But the Judge there was based and told Russ to his face
That inflicting blue balls ain't a tort
Taylor Swift was the next in line
To turn Russel's life into hell
She won't play his sing-song or suck him his ding-dong
So Russ tried to sue her as well
He wanted a date and some sexy time
For all of the cheap gifts he bought
But how can he deserve her, he can't even serve her
And the case got thrown out of court
Write us a song, you're the Incel man
About how hot girls don't like nice guys
They don't like his stare, or the fact that his hair
Has more grease than a burger and fries
Now Joshua Moon owns the Kiwifarms
Russ sent him a Cease and Desist
Josh just said "screw him", so Russ tried to sue him
Russ lost and now he's really pissed
He's stalking the Thots off of Instagram
He praises their hot lady humps
He's such a nice guy, but they never reply
Causing Russ to grow Trauma Lumps
Write us a song, you're the Incel man
With your legal and songwriting pen
Bring them all to rights, and resolve all your plights
And get laughed at all over again