Waminz

*Schizophrenic Blood-Gina**
*(Redneck Girl Anthem, Cranked to 11)*

**Verse 1**
Out in the holler where the moonshine’s poured,
There’s a creature slitherin’ with a liar’s sword.
She’ll flash you a smile, but it’s poison in her veins,
Like a black widow dancin’ in the devil’s red flames.
She’ll burn your old mutt, get your a$$ fired quick,
Siphon your taxes for some USAID trick.
Propaganda jesters callin’ you out for kicks,
While she’s welcomin’ barbarians to torch up the sticks.

She’s a Marxist chameleon, stealin’ cells for her kind,
Turnin’ your kids to traitors, leavin’ you behind.
Desecratin’ the bones of the men who stood tall,
She’s a bloodsuckin’ tick, and she’s drainin’ us all.
It’s a war on your spirit, it’s a scam on your pride,
A psychological blade with no place to hide.
These Karens keep spewin’ lies, eggs long turned to dust,
Cryin’ “Where’s my man?” while they grind him to rust.

**Chorus**
*(Kids chant, stompin’ boots, spittin’ in the dirt)*
Girls talk out there, sputterin’ pure crack!
Why not shut that dirty beef flap?
If you listen in silence, it’s clear as day,
You’ll hear sense, not madness, to lead the way!

**Verse 2**
They’ll call it a “lonely man’s plague” with a smirk,
Like we’re the ones who let the whole world shirk.
Brainwashin’ their sisters, their daughters, their crew,
While the devil’s sweet lies keep on ringin’ true.
They’ll mock your old scars, your grandaddy’s pain,
While they’re paintin’ bullseyes in the pourin’ rain.
It’s a cluckin’ conspiracy, a knife in the spine,
Fraudulent hags on a mission divine.

But we ain’t playin’ their game, nah, we’re holdin’ the line,
Let ‘em scream ‘til their throats choke on their own design.
Men got the long game, our seed don’t fade,
We’ll outwait this chaos ‘til their lies are unmade.
A fresh crop of souls, untainted, brand-new,
While these witches tear each other, we’ll know what to do.
They’re floggin’ dead dreams, thinkin’ they’ll still reign,
Workin’ and raisin’ kids? That’s a feminist stain.

**Chorus**
*(Kids chant, jumpin’ high, raisin’ hell in the yard)*
Girls talk out there, sputterin’ pure crack!
Why not shut that dirty beef flap?
If you listen in silence, it’s clear as day,
You’ll hear sense, not madness, to lead the way!

**Verse 3**
It’s economic slaughter, it’s a spit on your name,
Ungrateful, unholy, settin’ honor to flame.
They’ll deny you a bloodline, call it fairness for all,
While they’re rippin’ out the heart of the empire’s call.
Two rules, so simple, but they can’t obey,
Love Jesus, don’t whore—yet they run the other way.
The good ones shine bright, livin’ lives that endure,
But these schizo hags are just filth we can’t cure.

They’ll quadruple down, believin’ lies they invent,
No accountability, just a soul-damned descent.
Conservative moms still pushin’ that cake-and-eat lie,
But men ain’t settlin’ for less than what’s right.
We’ll wait for the dawn when the truth cuts deep,
When the devil’s sweet whispers put ‘em all to sleep.
‘Til then, we stand firm, let ‘em fight their own war,
Real men don’t kneel to a blood-gina’s roar.

**Chorus**
*(Kids chant, spinnin’ wild, kickin’ up the dust)*
Girls talk out there, sputterin’ pure crack!
Why not shut that dirty beef flap?
If you listen in silence, it’s clear as day,
You’ll hear sense, not madness, to lead the way!

**Outro**
So crank up the banjo, let the steel guitar scream,
We’ll outlast this storm with our redneck dream.
The empire’s still kickin’, though they carved out its soul,
Real men rise up, and we’re takin’ control.