| Well I ate my Christmas dinner from a can
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| Y’know I didn’t want to interrupt my festive COD marathon
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| Started up, completely unclothed
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| Well there’s no point in dressing, for these times
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| Harassed some snowflakes, for the lulz
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| Well they’ve got to learn that offence is a part of life
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| And dicks out for old Harambe
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| I’m not alone, I’m online
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| I’m on 4Chan
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| I’m into /pol/ and /b/
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| And it feels… feels good, man
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| To be making history
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| Today I’ve photoshopped fourteen photographs
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| Of Tyler Durden, and good old Patrick Bateman
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| And now my Steam account has two new followers
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| And I’ve spammed some feminists with troll faces
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| I’m cooling on pig’s blood, and I’m Geekbenching over seven thousand
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| Why I’m incel, I’ll never comprehend
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| And they say the kids can’t accomplish anything these days
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| But then again, they’re way behind
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| And I’m on 4Chan
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| I’m into /mu/ and /v/
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| And it feels… feels good, man
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| And I’m gonna kill normies
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| But who you gonna call?
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| Oh when the boards are slow, or the server’s down
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| Well not Kristen Wiig, that’s for sure
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| Have another crank, by the window
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| I said, who you gonna call?
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| Oh when you can’t bear the noise of it, and you finally see through it all
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| And then you decide to sell all your cryptos
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| Well you’re just some just some dude who decided to stay at home
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| On 4Chan
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| Drawing pictures of cartoon frogs
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| And pissing all over everyone, for no reason
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| And they think it’s Russia
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| But there’s no rest for the wicked
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| Well someone’s gotta keep an eye on all these beta cucks
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| Forever alone
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| Forever alone
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| Forever alone
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| And I’m bound |