Just imagine what it would be like
To carry a child for nine months
And to raise him to adulthood
Only for that son to be Richard Spencer

They demand flesh
They demand sex
It's their god given right
Being a man gives them the right

Tears of laughter
For the incels
Fits of laughter
Never to enter gates of flesh

Maga caps and khakis shorts
And a week without a shower
Throw away those Gillette razors
And scream that you are god's gift to women

They demand flesh
They demand sex
It's their god given right
Being a man gives them the right

Tears of laughter
For the incels
Fits of laughter
Never to enter gates of flesh