Now with bad lyrics I just made up:
I was angry, I was blangy,
I was postin on the kiwi forums,
I just couldn't ignore 'em,
cause bitches need a nice guy like me
Flossman questions me,
Whores and kiwis call me so creepy
And then I feel a bit weepy
So I run to my mom and ask her for sex
(But she never puts out)
I'm not sick, but I'm not well
and I'm so high, cause I'm incel
Read the Daily Mail and found
That only rape apes are breeding
The trucker cloning proceeding
And I don't even get tail
Locked me up for stalking girls
And then they had to commit me
Whores said I was crazy
They put limits on where I could be, Goddamn you
I'm not sick, but I'm not well
And I'm so high cause I'm incel
I'm not sick, but I'm not well
And dealer's got, no meth to sell
I wanna link to my blog
And they rate me alog
I can't deal with sluts
I need my meth, grab my bag
They can't call me fag
When I take a drag
Brains startin to lag
Brains startin to lag
lag...
Paranoia, paranoia
Kiwifarms are comin' to get me
Just say you never met me
I'm runnin' underground at reddit
Egos taking a hit
Hear the voices in my head
I swear to God they want contribution
A day of retribution
The agony and faggotry, they're killing me, whoa!
I'm not sick, but I'm not well
And I'm so high cause I'm incel
I'm not sick, but I'm not well
my dealers got, no meth to sell