Sit by my window and look outside, wonder why the sun don’t shine on me
What’s wrong with you, you stupid child, don’t you think that I’m the one you’re waiting to see?
Don’t talk too much ‘cause she falls for the suckers, makes her feel everything is secure
Don’t ever leave a footprint on her floor
Don’t bother with the local girls
Don’t bother with the local girls
Don’t bother with the local girls
She’s probably half-wit, she must be straight
Or bound to have a mother who knows nothing but hate
Don’t want her love, I’d rather knock her down
Standing at the bus stop where she waits each morning
So isolated that she thinks that the army is the place where a man ought to be
Don’t bother with them, they don’t bother me
Don’t bother with the local girls
Don’t bother with the local girls
Don’t bother with the local girls
Don’t bother with the local girls
They got the walk, they got the talk, right down without a flaw
At six o’clock, I got to stop my dreaming at the counter of the store
Don’t bother with them
Without a doubt I got to intercept, must be time someone ran and shouted in their ear
You look all right in the cheap print dress, but every time you swish it round you make me disappear
Yes, I’m aware of exactly what I’m doing, making everything a mystery
Don’t bother with it, it don’t bother me
Don’t bother with the local girls
Don’t bother with the local girls
Don’t bother with the local girls
Don’t bother with them, they don’t bother me
Filed under misogyny that is not rap tw: violence submission
Attitude, you got some fucking attitude
I can’t believe what you say to me
You got some attitude
Inside your feeble brain there’s probably a whore
If you don’t shut your mouth you’re gonna feel the floor
Filed under misogyny that is not rap tw: violence tw: domestic abuse tw: miscellaneous shittiness exercise caution submission
I’m a horrible person
I read her diary
I’m not to be trusted
I told all of her secrets to all the guys in town
They all laugh and slap me five
Luckily she doesn’t have dirt on me
Cause I’m the cleanest guy
Filed under misogyny that is not rap submission
Here on these cliffs of Dover
So high you can’t see over
And while your head is spinning
Hold tight, it’s just beginning…
You come from parents wanton
A childhood rough and rotten
I come from wealth and beauty
Untouched by work or duty
And oh, my love, my love, we both go down together
I found you a tattooed tramp
A dirty daughter from the labor camps
I lay you down in the grass of a clearing
You wept, but your soul was willing
And oh, my love, my love, we both go down together
And our parents will never consent to this love
But I hold your hand…
Meet me on my vast veranda
My sweet untouched Miranda
And while the seagulls are crying
We fall, but our souls are flying
And oh, my love, my love, we both go down together
Filed under misogyny that is not rap tw: rape tw: sexual violence tw: victim blaming tw: miscellaneous shittiness exercise caution submission
Your body is so pretty but how will it look
When my perverted lust is stilled
No one to save you, no parents or friends
Because they’ve already got killed
My only aim is to take many lives
The more the better I feel
My only pleasure is to hear many cries
From those tortured by my steel
The color of your blood from your open body
Is all I wanted to see
Tasting the blood from your lips as you die
Means satisfaction to me
Pleasure to kill
Filed under misogyny that is not rap tw: rape tw: violence tw: sexual violence tw: victim blaming submission
So many girls I know poison their wombs for sure
I’m sick of all these girls poisoning their
We’re looking for wives so tired of sluts coming to us in the clubs with their cocaineĀ
I know you think you have it all but you will never even
We’re looking for wives so tired of sluts coming to us in the clubs with their cocaine
You will never even know
You think you have control
One day we’ll lose you all
One day we’ll
We’re looking for wives so tired of sluts coming to us in the clubs with their cocaineĀ
I know you think you have it all but you will never even
We’re looking for wives so tired of sluts coming to us in the clubs with their cocaine
I’m not sure if this is necessarily misogyny as much as it is anti-cocaine but w/e
We’re big DFA1979 fans here at MLTAR, but personally for this mod, this song has always rubbed the wrong way. It’s slut-shamey and seems to damn girls who go out clubbing (cocaine or not). Shame, because the riffs in it are brilliant!
Filed under misogyny that is not rap submission
I don’t care - gonna fuck you anyways
don’t care - your boyfriends here anyways
don’t care - is that a tampon on anyways
don’t care - well your gross anyways
I don’t [x2]
(haha you’re ugly)
I don’t care - well your messed up anyways
don’t care - your a doggy anyways
don’t care - you got a dull place anyways
don’t care - well you look like pregnant anyways
I don’t care [x2]
don’t care - well your messed up anyways
don’t care - your boyfriends here anyways
don’t care - all your parents are here too
I don’t care
Filed under misogyny that is not rap tw: rape tw: sexual violence tw: miscellaneous shittiness exercise caution submission
“Hey mama. Come on, come on.”
“I don’t know.”
“Come on, come on. This is it.”
“I kinda got a boyfriend.”
“No, no. This is happening. This is the time, now.”
“Uh, oh, ok!”
“Alright, come on, go, go…”
You’re loose
(Slip it in)
Put your brain in a noose
(Slip it in)
The next day you regret it
(Slip it in)
But, you’re still loose
You say you don’t want it
You don’t want it
Say you don’t want it
Then you slip it on in
In, in, in
You feel like a whore
(Slip it in)
But what you did the night before
(Slip it in)
You decided to be all loose
(Slip it in)
And go all crazy
You say you don’t want it
You don’t want it
Say you don’t want it
But then you slip it on in
In, yeah
You slip it in [x2]
You say you didn’t think
(Slip it in)
You said you had too much to drink
(Slip it in)
Is it in the chemical?
(Slip it in)
Or is it just some part of you?
You say you don’t want it
You don’t want it
Say you don’t want it
But then you slip it on in
In, in, in
You regret how you felt
(Slip it in)
You felt it
(Slip it in)
You decided to be all loose
(Slip it in)
It’s what you choose
You say you don’t want it
You don’t want it
Say you don’t want it
But then you slip it on in
You slip it in [x2]
Alright! Hey! Hey!
You say you got a boyfriend
(Slip it in)
But you’re hinting at my friends
(Slip it in)
And everybody else’s friend
(Slip it in)
You’re not loose, you’re wide open
And you say you don’t want it
You don’t want it
Say you don’t want it
Then you slip it on in
In, in, in
You’re getting around
(Slip it in)
I’m not putting it down
(Slip it in)
It’s just what it is
(Slip it in)
Getting it while it’s around
You say you don’t want it
You don’t want it
You don’t want it
But then you slip it on in
In, in, in
You slip it in [x2]
Mount up!
Filed under misogyny that is not rap tw: victim blaming tw: miscellaneous shittiness exercise caution submission
If you were to ask me how long I’ve been running for,
I don’t even think that I could answer.
I just don’t know anymore.
I’m a sucker for weakness and the blood covering my floor.
It’s all that I have left to remind me of the girls I’ve loved before.
Believe me when I say that I love you, angel, because I do
But accidents will happen…and they do.
Courtesy came calling with her best friend common sense,
Unaware that malice and manipulation had taken up residence.
Caring came to the crime scene, but bloodlust beat them back
So apathy could laugh with his compadres
And anger could attack,
Anger could attack.
Believe me when I say that I love you, angel, because I do
But accidents will happen…and they do.
Hey, honey, hold my hand and hope for heaven
Because I just can’t help myself.
Even angels end up burned and buried in my backyard…
And you, you’re just like everyone else.
Filed under misogyny that is not rap tw: violence tw: domestic abuse tw: miscellaneous shittiness exercise caution submission
I’m not coming to your party, girl. No, no, girl. I ain’t gonna come to your party. No I ain’t, girl. No, I’m not coming to your party, girl. I’m not gonna make it over there, girl. I ain’t gonna make it to your party. Whooo, yeah.
Why would I show up? Just to see what I cant have? Why don’t you grow up? [Ohhh..] Dump your douche and get a man. It’s all the same, [Ohhh..] Every time I see you there. I’ve gone insane, [Aww..] & Now I’m pulling out my hair.
[Ohh..] Now baby, You’re such a drag. [Ohh..] You tie me up and kick me down, [Ughh..] I’m getting mad [Ohh..] Go find yourself another clown. You poison me. [Ughh..] Your rich venom in my veins. You’re boiling me.. [Aww..] & Now I’m penning in the pains.
Filed under misogyny that is not rap tw: miscellaneous shittiness exercise caution submission