I hate women
They're all psychotic
I hate men
They make me sick
I hate women
They're all neurotic
I hate men
Go suck your own dick
Everything that they do
Is because of drives
Hormones oozing
Make-believing the lies
Buy her some sugar
Or a flower basket
If you were honest
You'd buy her a casket
Go get married
Or go on a date
Try to escape
That lonely feeling you hatе
You're still alone
When you'rе in bed at night
And when you wake up
It's fight or flight
Cozy on down
Make up that nest
Your only interest
Is in her chest
To think beyond that
Is too scary to face
You and the rest of
The subhuman race
You might think that
I sound bitter
Remember what i said
When you fuck the babysitter
You're a machine
That's made out of meat
And all of it's thoughts
Are just slime that excretes
He's gonna leave you
And you're gonna beg
You're just a dog
Humping a corpses leg
She's gone now
And you're better off
Clock's ticking down
And soon you'll fuck off
Subhuman Race was written by Randy Prozac.
Subhuman Race was produced by Randy Prozac.