Fuck The Supreme Court (Rant Song)
They protect their houses
They protect their friends
They protect their wallets
But women is where it ends
They banned all your rights
Made you poor so you can't fight
They need more white children
Please give them your children
So learn how to birth
And fuck your stupid earth
It can burn
Right there right with ya
And God for-fucking-bid
That you love this fucking kid
You better earn
Or we'll take over
And who cares if you're a child
I think motherhood is mild
Maybe you'll learn how to work harder
And sure you're just thirteen
But my great grandma was a queen
She did the same
She did not complain
Don't complain
Don't complain
You look a little insane
Don't complain
Don't complain
You're fine
Don't complain
Don't complain
You know we run the game
Don't complain
Don't complain
About your rights
They want bigger houses
They want richer friends
They want fatter wallets
And will get it to any end
They're rapists and thieves
That we look to to lead
Of course they want children
To force us with children
So learn how to mother
And love one another
If daddy's your brother
Oh well
And God fucking willing
You find this fulfilling
If you want more from life then say prayers
Don't complain
Don't complain
You look a little insane
Don't complain
Don't complain
You're fine
Don't complain
Don't complain
You know we run the game
Don't complain
Don't complain
About your rights
And if I'm forced to give birth
On this poor fucking earth
Who will be there to make that he's fine
Cause it can't fucking be me
I can't fucking see me
Having to call this kid mine
Cause I'll be riddled with debt
And I'm selling my sweat
Just to pay for this hospital time
While his teachers in preschool
Are carrying rifles
Just to make sure he's alive
Don't complain
Don't complain
You look a little insane
Don't complain
Don't complain
You're fine
Don't complain
Don't complain
You know we run the game
Don't complain
Don't complain
About your rights
Change the game
Change the game
We know you shoot to aim
Change the game
Change the game
For your rights
Change the game
Change the game
You know the claim to fame
Shoot to aim
Shoot to aim
For your rights
They protect their friends
They protect their wallets
But women is where it ends
They banned all your rights
Made you poor so you can't fight
They need more white children
Please give them your children
So learn how to birth
And fuck your stupid earth
It can burn
Right there right with ya
And God for-fucking-bid
That you love this fucking kid
You better earn
Or we'll take over
And who cares if you're a child
I think motherhood is mild
Maybe you'll learn how to work harder
And sure you're just thirteen
But my great grandma was a queen
She did the same
She did not complain
Don't complain
Don't complain
You look a little insane
Don't complain
Don't complain
You're fine
Don't complain
Don't complain
You know we run the game
Don't complain
Don't complain
About your rights
They want bigger houses
They want richer friends
They want fatter wallets
And will get it to any end
They're rapists and thieves
That we look to to lead
Of course they want children
To force us with children
So learn how to mother
And love one another
If daddy's your brother
Oh well
And God fucking willing
You find this fulfilling
If you want more from life then say prayers
Don't complain
Don't complain
You look a little insane
Don't complain
Don't complain
You're fine
Don't complain
Don't complain
You know we run the game
Don't complain
Don't complain
About your rights
And if I'm forced to give birth
On this poor fucking earth
Who will be there to make that he's fine
Cause it can't fucking be me
I can't fucking see me
Having to call this kid mine
Cause I'll be riddled with debt
And I'm selling my sweat
Just to pay for this hospital time
While his teachers in preschool
Are carrying rifles
Just to make sure he's alive
Don't complain
Don't complain
You look a little insane
Don't complain
Don't complain
You're fine
Don't complain
Don't complain
You know we run the game
Don't complain
Don't complain
About your rights
Change the game
Change the game
We know you shoot to aim
Change the game
Change the game
For your rights
Change the game
Change the game
You know the claim to fame
Shoot to aim
Shoot to aim
For your rights
Credits
Writer(s): Rio Romeo
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