women round the world
seem to lose their voice
in the lands were the men
don't give it by choice
the women in my life
have men on their side
on the road to freedom
they're invited to ride
tragic to me
they can't seem to rejoice
it wasn't our lock
but we gave you the key
so I wish you could see
liberator, not oppressor
when you look at me

the democrats said
its the guns you should dread
the head-lines read
the fith amendment is dead
1000's of women ***** in their own bed
permanent victims of the lies you were fed
threw down the rights for which your fathers bled
you offered your wrists by chains now you're led

hows your love life
are you somebodys exwife
do you lie fat and cry
blame him and not try
does the single life taste bad
try another old picture want ad
you say your fat but youre fixxing it
but you still want a man that is bank and fit
im a fat wallet dude sweet *** on to sit
but ill pass on your jabba **** blubbery ***
youve wrinkled your envelope really bad
you still claim youre beautiful wow thats sad
far from your sloth nest is where i will fly
and grind my hips on some younger thin thigh
see ive got an exwife
and now i love life

im content with our natural state  
your upset with your gender trait    
i will invite you  just as you are  
you look at wallets and the shine of a car  
jealous of power of bigger and stronger  
sick of your part youll play it no longer  
take all my good things leave me with the bad  
while my heritage your robbing i shouldnt be mad  
between your legs you found a tool  
your trying to use it to make me a fool
bent that dominant didnt choose her
i see shes just a sore loser

the cunning little ****
born beautiful but runt
everyone sipping
you're always dripping
in the back of the cave
a child bearing slave
from our love and caring
it's freedom we're sharing
it bought a smile for a while
but now a man's role is on trial
it's all women in college
and if power is knowledge
this gift we made
is now a punitive trade
at two rules you are daft
like just we face the draft
unfair is only proper
if it's you that will prosper
it's never enough
you're making it rough
for compassion to appear
at the drop of your tear
if you think that your freedom has been earned
see the map where her freedom is still yearned

if not for men
and their will to open
their fists and their hearts
tragic feminine beasts of burden
the will of men still in  
their carts