Lyrics 4Chan - The Cool Greenhouse

4Chan

Well I ate my Christmas dinner from a can
Y’know I didn’t want to interrupt my festive COD marathon
Started up, completely unclothed
Well there’s no point in dressing, for these times
Harassed some snowflakes, for the lulz
Well they’ve got to learn that offence is a part of life
And dicks out for old Harambe
I’m not alone, I’m online
I’m on 4Chan
I’m into /pol/ and /b/
And it feels… feels good, man
To be making history
Today I’ve photoshopped fourteen photographs
Of Tyler Durden, and good old Patrick Bateman
And now my Steam account has two new followers
And I’ve spammed some feminists with troll faces
I’m cooling on pig’s blood, and I’m Geekbenching over seven thousand
Why I’m incel, I’ll never comprehend
And they say the kids can’t accomplish anything these days
But then again, they’re way behind
And I’m on 4Chan
I’m into /mu/ and /v/
And it feels… feels good, man
And I’m gonna kill normies
But who you gonna call?
Oh when the boards are slow, or the server’s down
Well not Kristen Wiig, that’s for sure
Have another crank, by the window
I said, who you gonna call?
Oh when you can’t bear the noise of it, and you finally see through it all
And then you decide to sell all your cryptos
Well you’re just some just some dude who decided to stay at home
On 4Chan
Drawing pictures of cartoon frogs
And pissing all over everyone, for no reason
And they think it’s Russia
But there’s no rest for the wicked
Well someone’s gotta keep an eye on all these beta cucks
Forever alone
Forever alone
Forever alone
And I’m bound