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what the fuck? (theme song for the organization of m.a.w.)
by jeremy cannon

Jesus good god damn fucking Christ,
starting now I'm not going to be nice,
tired of watching my heart be smashed in a vice,
for every girl lost, comes the same pain twice.
I lost one chance of having love,
I try to move on and I'm like 'what the fuck?'
If it wasn't for the bad I wouldn't have any luck,
so all of them females can just shut up.
"We get hurt too, it's not just you!"
Well have you noticed the way I get screwed?
No matter what I ever do?
Treat them like gold and in the end I'm blue.
Well fuck that shit, I'm sick of it,
for no longer will I stare down the tits,
dream of the warm feel of their clits,
now I'm mad with the heart of a lunatic.
My fucked up words sound a little weird?
I once was loved, now I'm feared.
Suicidal? Deranged? Maybe he's tokin'?
God, you're all stupid, I'm just heartbroken.

Men against women, men against women,
tried a million times, but now it's the end,
sick and tired of just making friends,
done with my heart becoming condemned.
Had my heart fucked over so many times it's raw,
that's why I created the organization, M.A.W.

"I just don't see you that way," well girl see this,
why the fuck did you give me a kiss?
A hug, a feel up, once again I'm like 'what the fuck?'
Nevermind, forget it, I'll be discreet,
listen up baby, one word: concrete.
When it's wet I swear it's fun to swim in,
but when it hardens up? Haha, men against women.
I love the sound of that, kind of rolls off the tongue,
I'm becoming asexual, reproduce on my own.
Don't take me too serious, it's really a joke.
But seriously, I am sick of getting my heart broke.
So fuck it, I'll move to Chicago, get a job in a deli,
go to baseball games and grow a beer belly.
Might as well, I'm going no where in this town,
and all the stupid fucks wonder why I'm down.
Well, let's see, how women treat me,
they feed me then release me,
and like a word on the computer screen, they delete me,
but believe me, no one will be around to relieve me.
Y'll gonna wonder what it's like to suffer,
when I'm five feet under, using the dirt as my cover.
And I'll plan who I want to discover,
the body of a failure who never recovered,
from losing my wanna be lover,
you can all hover, over my grave and stutter,
try to force out a tear because you feel sorry for me,
fuck that, there's only one thing that I want you to see.
All of you bitches and all of you hoes,
to really see how it is to know,
what it's like to be rejected all your life,
then maybe you'll see just what it's like.

Men against women, men against women,
tried a million times, but now it's the end,
sick and tired of just making friends,
done with my heart becoming condemned.
Had my heart fucked over so many times it's raw,
that's why I created the organization, M.A.W.

Well now that you all think I'm whinin',
think what you want, it's all fine and,
I couldn't care less of the views anybody has,
because nobody has my kind of past.
And that is the representative of my present,
cock sucking pheasants getting all the blessings.
The future's gonna be the same,
because bitches never change,
every day it's the same old thing,
and we all know girls don't have shame,
trying to give guys all the blame, but listen dame,
this isn't a game, it's like a big old truck,
running me over and I'm like 'what the fuck?'
It's being driven by all of my crushes,
running my confidence over, turning it to slushes.
"I still want to be friends," blah blah blah.
Meet me, Mr. Fuck Up, president of M.A.W.

Men against women, men against women,
tried a million times, but now it's the end,
sick and tired of just making friends,
done with my heart becoming condemned.
Had my heart fucked over so many times it's raw,
that's why I created the organization, M.A.W.

One final last word, did I offend anyone?
Fine, I quit, it's over, I'm done.
All I'm trying to do is have a little fun,
telling you all my troubles with women.
Answer me this, why be so cruel?
Is all the things you do, to make me look like a fool?
What the fuck did I do to you?
Because in your mirrors you all look so cool.
"The problem with the battle of the sexes
is that there's too much fraternizing with the enemy."
Quote Henry Kissinger, his words live through infinity,
I need to get the fuck away and change my identity,
then do you think that women will want me?
Fuck no! Fuck them! Fuck her! Fuck him!
Fuck all this shit, support Men Against Women.

Men against women, men against women,
tried a million times, but now it's the end,
sick and tired of just making friends,
done with my heart becoming condemned.
Had my heart fucked over so many times it's raw,
that's why I created the organization, M.A.W.

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