♪ Hey, now, look over there, take your mind off Sam Hyde,
It's just doorknobs, Warhammer, and fuckloads of memeing.
Trannies and Twittards now, wanna get off this ride
With the saltmine of Twitter so fev'rishly screaming?
And the Farms' errant glare, packets fizzling like rain,
Lent a name to our struggle, a voice to our pain
We think Keffals' dilator knows yet what it sees,
Those pus-infected axe wounds, bathtub HRTs. ♪
♪ At the break of new dawn by the light of the Sun,
Came a joyful shout of "the Farms is back up again",
Lucas and his troonsquad lost all their little fun,
While we all gathered round to talk with our frens,
We're decentralized now, milking those damn lolcows,
Thanks so much, Dear Saint Jersh, for not giving up now,
Hey Lucas, your fanbase is deranged fat loons,
We don't care, though, we'll just laugh at trannies and troons ♪
♪ Riot all you want, folks, this site's never going down
You will never be a woman, don't fight, just accept it
We document your crimes while you hang up your crown
Getting your followers massed with an assload of bullshit
We've survived much worse, through the Byuuicide curse
Your shitty DDoS attack's now in a hearse
So seethe, cope, and dilate on your afternoons
We'll come together and laugh at trannies and troons ♪
♪ I can't wait for Phase 4 of his shitty attack
Where he doxes himself and plays the victim again
You'd have better odds wrestling a diamondback
And I can't wait to see what happens then
Long live our great Farms, Lucas took his own L,
Sent his fans straight to heaven, himself straight to hell
We've been through much worse than attacks by your goons
And we'll still be here ogling your trannies and troons ♪