Soy Boy Lyrics

Stop it wit the weakness, man, the liberal tricks

Stop bein' the ladies' spineless boy toy

Quit getting pushed around like a little bitch

You bow to the mob man, cuz you a soy boy

You know we make a ruckus, and always give'r shit

You get scared soon as you hear and avoid noise

If we get the package, we gon' deliver it

But your woman wears the pants, not you, cuz you a soy boy

You a beta cuck, I ain't makin' it up

You take your girl's boy's dick straight to the butt

You call every white guy you see a racist fuck

While you secretly despise minorities, hate-filled scum

Your nightly routine is bash real men on socials

You anonymous, so you act so emboldened

But you cower in the face of a man wit a cold tone

You have no fight, only flight, take your ball and go home

Fueled with a diet of soy, tofu and vegan shit

You defend China and bash the States, you creepy prick

Your cowardice in the face of the enemy is treasonous

And you a feminist pick me punk, a seasoned bitch

Stop it wit the weakness, man, the liberal tricks

Stop bein' the ladies' spineless boy toy

Quit getting pushed around like a little bitch

You bow to the mob man, cuz you a soy boy

Real men, you know we always stick to our guns

Keep our word, our faith, and our conviction for Trump

We fight for our right to speak, pistols guns

We fight for a free country, so listen, chump

We try to keep a healthy body, mind and soul

We ain't never victims to the mind control

If you stand for nothing and you blind to the toll

You'll fall for anything, and you might be rightfully broke

Stand ya ground, playa, gotta have some integrity

I don't ever back down when the man is threatenin' me

You're hurtin' the whole country, drop the false identity

And if you keep society's weak, there's gon' be a reckoning

Yeah, you're weak, dude, you have no back bone

If you got a bench press, boy then use it

Just waiting to get took off ya damn throne

Cuz you a soy boy, man, so you can't do shit

Hard times make strong men, and strong men make good ones

Good times make weak ass men, and little hoodlums

Wanna know the wisdom behind it? Read a book, son

Gotta be ready for the time of war if it should come

Cuz a society of weak men is a dying one

Just watch Netflix, man, get high and drunk

Stay distracted from what's happening, don't ask why just hush

And celebrate feminine men, a sign yo crushed

Cuz we strive to be as strong as we should be

Meanwhile if war ever came about, you would flee

Cuz you soft, get full of holes like a pin cushion

So man the hell up and stop actin' like a big pussy

You know we make a ruckus, and always give'r shit

You get scared soon as you hear and avoid noise

If we get the package, we gon' deliver it

But your woman wears the pants, not you, cuz you a soy boy