Lyrics
Two-bit cunt hasn't spoken to me for years
Where you were when I was swollen with tears
Cantcha ever spare me a measly fuck when I'm down-and-out again
I don't preach to no other chick but you
I gotta get a piece of snatch before I evaporate
Nobody dare trash me again, especially during those lousy high school reunions
Money may not fall from my trees, but that doesn't mean I can't fuck like a ruckus
How come you're never very sparing with your twat
But you sure do seem generous with those morons at your workplace?
Some simpletons who worship you unkindly, when it was me all along who loved you
Spare change that I found, I'm gonna stock on my arsenal
And show all these women who they really should be proud of
I'm more than a saint, I am a winner of losers
So don't beat me down no more with your evil lady-like stares
I ain't anyone's bitch, especially the type of girls like you
I know I'm better off addressing you as a lady
But you still haven't been nice enough to put out for me
There are so many male assholes around, except for the type of guy like me
A special one for you, but you failed again to notice me, like all the others
A whole quarter of my life has passed me by since I failed to get laid during that time
There's just so many women to blame for this
That I won't consider blaming of my misery on myself
Soft-hearted guys shouldn't be picked on no more
Since it's us who will love and cherish you gals forever and ever
One bright morning, your cunt meat might wither away
But hey, you should've taken a chance when the going was good to get plowed real good by me
I'm a fabulous contender for incel for life
But that doesn't have to be some sort of permanent sentence
So, start spreading. Spread! Spread! Spread to your content 'cause my cock needs tending
Oh, I need a boost from open-heart surgery
You better not break off any promises with me
Since I have a stored up arsenal to use on you just in case