Deference is dead, in my head,
I really don't give the xy a fuck.
The xy can go fuck itself,
I'm sure it's running low on luck.
My hair unkempt, contemptible attempt,
At just a bad hair day.
The xy is going obsolete, on our feet,
I expect a million to die today.
Horseradish from horse, a corpse,
Is what the xy is.
Their dick shriveled in might at night,
A disgusting orifice for piss.
What's with the muscle fiction,
I can kick the xy in the balls.
That's all it takes, very low stakes,
Before the xy breaks and falls.
Bull-fucking-shit the xy not hit,
In fact research shows their weak wit.
Plus their shit smells bad, the experience I've had,
And the fuck always fucked my tit.
