• I don't tolerate scum like you.

    Stop squealing,
    and running around like hungry b*stard boars!
    Stop hurting these girls,
    and trying to get them behind closed doors.

    Stop beating and abusing,
    stop putting them on all fours!
    Stop causing them pain,
    and spilling their goars!

    My wrath burns against your kind,
    I just wanna force you to the floors!
    Holding back, I angrily stare,
    while sweat comes from my pours.

    Stop making them feel like trash,
    stop making them feel like whores!
    Stop insulting and beating them,
    and killing them to their cores!

    Stop making them feel like tools,
    Like some metallic ores.
    To be used and left for dead,
    on you my wrath pores.

    My anger it burns,
    my anger it roars.
    Why don't you celebrate with them,
    like you do when your team scores?

    Stop giving them this sick "Love",
    and make them fight these wars.
    Because if you touch a hair on her head,
    I swear, I'll put a bullet in yours