Theories of the mind, regularly vary drastically...
No two are exactly one kind, but they're all felt eventually.
EXTREME SEXIST (1920)
A woman's input isn't needed, the hell with her opinion...
Wives' should be kept barefoot, pregnant, and in the kitchen.
If I feel the need to hit the bitch, then I'll simply give a reason...
Like maybe she was acting a witch, outside the Halloween season.
So when the election rolls around, keep it a man's privilege...
Cast ya ballot and vote to never, allow women their suffrage.
EXTREME RACIST (Now)
Fucka nigger, won't even pull a trigger, bullets are worth more...
Money's tight cuz they take jobs from whites, so I declare a race war.
The old days were better, men were go getters, and kept em in place...
Be a recluse or end up on a noose, if you have a black or brown face.
Superiority should reign, and white's have the purity and power...
But I feel nothing but disdain, cuz we're losing it by the hour.
Races getting mixed so we must act quick before my creed is lost...
And if I'd been alive when Hitler thrived, I'd have cheered the Holocaust.
EXTREME FEMINIST (Now)
Never mind those two, they're men, ridiculous complaints I expect...
They can't appreciate silence but embrace violence, yet I'm the weaker sex?
Strength is only physical with them, inside there's no heart...
They're cold and emotionless, and on top of that, aren't very smart.
It's all sports, cars, politics, and their portfolio's net worth...
And cheap young whores that they fuck, while they're wives are giving birth.
Infidelity's in their blood, they even admit they have seeds to sow...
And in order to mark their territory, they're trying to reverse Wade vs. Roe.
So let's join hands, sisters, rise up and conquer these men...
We currently withhold sex to control em, so let's put em on permanent suspension!
EXTREME PSYCHO (now)
Those sniveling worms will forever, live outside the realm of reality...
They're doomed to fail, never prevail, while I act on mine secretly.
I'll tell it to you cuz there's nothin you can do, and I need an outlet...
See, I kill dirty girls who whore in my world, and smell of cigarettes.
It's kind of a passion or more a compulsion, that I long ago quit fighting...
But records of dental have me going mental, cuz I can't control my biting.
As long as no one suspects they should never check, or even look my way...
So I'll continue to put whores on the menu, and let my hunger have it's say.
All these cats are obviously whack, but their theories have affected minds...
So when ya hear the cliché, stop and think twice...does it really take all kinds?

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