hey dudez gc rocks

dude, amen to that

i am kool

the majority of men are fucktards
their minds eerily reminiscent of custard
or some low-budget PLC porno
their disgusting habits I scorn, oh

if men are custard/women are tarts/love em, leave em/break their hearts/i got a digusting habit, they're known as bitches/my speciality is flicking their switches/namely, the one that says "self destruct"/feel the force of my lyrical mac truck/my rhymes are tighter than the virgin mary/my flow is iller than mariah carey/ i'll be on the couch with my Y chromosome/while you're where you belong, maintaining scrubbing, cleaning and dusting the home

your said bitches i have to admit
deserve to be hacked up with small drill bits
for being so incredibly foolish
for staying with such a dimwit
don't be surprised if they pack and leave
leaving you to wither in crappy record sleeves
i implore you to reconsider your luck
if you keep on this way you're on your last fuck
better learn how to use that toilet cleaning kit
cos us females are controlling the cockpit
no pun intended
you condescender

this drill right here is diamond tipped/to bring some class while these hoes I rip/ i already got a toilet cleaning tool/she's five foot four, and her name is Jules/don't trifle with my acid tongue/im slicker than sting and you're fixing to get stung/sisters are doing it for themselves/cooking, cleaning and stacking shelves/females in the cockpit, i think september 11/you'll take the stick like germaine'll go to heaven/i know you're a girl, so i'll slow my rappin/read my lips: it aint never gonna happen

your money does offer an attraction
how about some hentai for a distraction?
those 'hoes' will tire of you
once all your money is through
to be slicker than sting brings one thing to mind
i so much expected you jerk off with cow hind
thinking you have everything in its place
one day soon you'll fall on your face
i know you're a man so i'll make it plain
as long as i'm here we're taking the reigns
the jugular vein is a good place to aim
with men wiped out we'll end this war game
who needs such a despicable race
when we can have stem cells take your place?

wtf is this ?

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the only stem you've been craving is the green kind/baby, you're baked out of your petty little mind/to say such fanciful things/you're just the jester/i'm the king/I got the reigns, I got the whip/insurmountable obstacles in the form of my quips/if you want my blood, you'll be hard pressed/we don't all suffer from PMS/you don't know just what war entails/ya couldn't arm a grenade without breaking a nail/but honey if you want it, its gallipoli/the Turks don't have shit on me/cutting you down with all thats misogynistic/blessed with ability that borders on mystic/so if your'e game, come with the hits/you won't do much damage wearing oven mitts

its a gender battle, foo'

long ago i replaced those mits
with boxing gloves i find fit
us females deserve some recognition
your passe crap is a homeless jazz musician
things i've been hearing from men all my life
trying to act powerful with your pocket knife
you think fighting in a war is hard?
try having a baby, i'll post you a get-well card
PMS isn't my only affliction
it's men like you and your power addiction
that causes me much irritation
vapid animals who can't hold a conversation
so go prune the hedge or polish the floor
it seems those are the few things you're good for

you've got guts/you've got spunk/what a pity you're punch drunk/we both know this won't go the distance/i'll end it now, on your continued insistance/that we men are a vacuous lot/or possibly that Justin is hot/i don't pay much attention to your pointless rot/any child of yours should be left cold in the womb/who'd want to be born to a mother hooked on 'shrooms?/burning bra fumes/tend to intoxicate/which in turn leads you to replicate/the trite bullshit i've heard before/leave my dinner on the table and shut the door/independent woman, ha, oxymoron/here's some crayons, and some paper to draw on/you can scrawl fantasies with them/like unicorns, dragons and a female PM/but now im getting near the end of my song/you'd better run along, Gilmore Girls is on/but before i leave, let me simply assert/i just cooked your goose, now what's for dessert?

LMFAO..

Die.. n00bs..

Both of you will be banned

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Respect is all I'm after.
Prime effort is all you can expect.
Perfection will be promised in time.

The Creation