Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be soyboys.
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Don't Put Your Soyboy on the Stream, Mrs Worthington.
Don't put your soyboy on the stream, Mr. Rekieta
Don't put your soyboy on the stream
The market is overcrowded
The trolling is pretty tough
Despite inevitable sift, the desire to grift
That isn't quite enough
He's a nice boy and though his penis doesn't work
He isn't the type, regardless of hype, he's just too big a jerk
I repeat, Mr. Rekieta, rich Mr. Rekieta
Don't put your soyboy on the stream.
Regarding yours, dear Mr. Rekieta
Of Wednesday, the 23rd.
Although your son may be keen on a YouTube career
Despite his being queer, can I make it clear that this is not a good idea
For him to hope and appear, Mr. Rekieta
Is on the face of it absurd
His testicles are not in reality, quite big enough, inviting enough
For this particular sphere
Don't put the Balldo on your son, Mr. Rekieta
Don't put the Balldo on your son,
He's suffering erectile function you must honestly confess
But stopping the drink and sniffing the pink could improve
His chances of his success
It's - it's a large nose, a symbol of our jewish past
But even so a GiveSendGo will bite him on the ass
On my knees, Mr. Rekieta, please Mr. Rekieta
Don't put your soyboy on the stream
Don't put your soyboy on the stream, Mr. Rekieta
Don't put your soyboy on the stream
Though they said at old William Mitchell
He was terrible at law
So like a hot brick, he dropped it quick and started dancing pole
He has a nice ass, to give the wretched boy his due
But his close friend Drex left the damn thing wrecked and now he can't hold his poo
No more buts, Mr. Rekieta, nuts! Mr. Rekieta
Don't put your soyboy on the stream