[Verse 1]
I don't know what the problem is, why everybody hates males
But lately, all I get is tons of hate mail
I'ma keep on beating them to death until they're eighty and they face pale
Wrap 'em in some chains and leave 'em layin' on the train rails
Everybody's angry that everything that I say sells
Get inside your head and kill the brain cells
Y'all cannot avoid me, amputate my middle fingers, get an eggshell
Put 'em in a cake and have a bake sale
"Dear Tom MacDonald, you've been doin' this on purpose
You don't even really mean it, I bet you're a cool person"
Wrong, bitch, watch this, I'm not like these rappers who will talk shit
I'm honest from the moment that the song hits
Walkin' through the hottest part of hell in cotton overalls and stockings
And I ain't even sweatin', check my armpits
Y'all want it with the wrong kid, I ain't tuckin' my balls in
I promise that they're twenty shots of vodka and the bong hits
[Chorus]
"Man, I really hate this guy, I'ma tell him
How dare he have opinions, I won't let him"
I got a trash can full of hate mail that I pee in
Pissin' off the Internet is just another weekend
"I hate this guy, he's a villain
Somebody somewhere, please go kill him"
I got an inbox full of hate mail that I laugh at
How'd you get an Internet connection in a crack shack?
I don't know what the problem is, why everybody hates males
But lately, all I get is tons of hate mail
I'ma keep on beating them to death until they're eighty and they face pale
Wrap 'em in some chains and leave 'em layin' on the train rails
Everybody's angry that everything that I say sells
Get inside your head and kill the brain cells
Y'all cannot avoid me, amputate my middle fingers, get an eggshell
Put 'em in a cake and have a bake sale
"Dear Tom MacDonald, you've been doin' this on purpose
You don't even really mean it, I bet you're a cool person"
Wrong, bitch, watch this, I'm not like these rappers who will talk shit
I'm honest from the moment that the song hits
Walkin' through the hottest part of hell in cotton overalls and stockings
And I ain't even sweatin', check my armpits
Y'all want it with the wrong kid, I ain't tuckin' my balls in
I promise that they're twenty shots of vodka and the bong hits
[Chorus]
"Man, I really hate this guy, I'ma tell him
How dare he have opinions, I won't let him"
I got a trash can full of hate mail that I pee in
Pissin' off the Internet is just another weekend
"I hate this guy, he's a villain
Somebody somewhere, please go kill him"
I got an inbox full of hate mail that I laugh at
How'd you get an Internet connection in a crack shack?
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