THE EPITEMY OF MASCULINE STUPIDITY

You think you're so cool showing off to your friends when's this masculine bullshit going to end end end!

Nothing to prove. Nothing to prove. I'm not in the mood for your bullshit. You defile there innocence, they mean nothing but pleasure for your seventh sense. Love is not something produced by your penis and love is not a deceptive tool to get it. Love is not something you exploit and you don't say "I love you," so you can get some tonight.

Some day you'll all learn...

You're the epitemy of masculine stupidity. with every word out of your mouth you secure your place in your own hell. You're the epitemy of man's inferiority, and it's time for the death of the testosterone drunk, stupid male!

Friday night you're looking for your next victim. You're drunk and you're horny and you can't think, think, think.

Not a good combination, not a good combination.You and your buddies look for the first piece of meat. Cruising in your pickup truck and you're on the beat. There on the side of the street. Is a vulnerable little hotty, and you can't escape the heat. For some reason your drunken charm can't seduce her, So you try to force her. When she backs away, You wonder in dismay. So your buddies drag her into the truck and you fuck her anyway. Fuck you

Someday you'll all learn...