Thank god I’m bitard
The occasional [bad word] pack I never asked for
In another lonely night on our half-empty little chan
Silent waiting for the snail [bad word] 
I’m blessed
With the ability to render lemmings butt-hurt
Which only means that when it’s dark outside
I have to hug myself
Cause I'm so ronery
Thank god I’m bitard

Thank god I’m bitard
All the content I create will be called cancer
Every ill that I must suffer
Here will only raise laugh
Also cops [bad word] on partyvans
I’m blessed
I’m [bad word] privileged to feel this good when I troll you
Which only means that when you [bad word] I'm jerking off
And when I’m gone you won’t remember
Thank god I’m bitard

Thank you god
Oh lord
Thank you god

And when a gaggle of [bad word] appears around me
It’s lucky I hate to be taken seriously
I think my world would explode and I get epic butthurt
If I coldn't post without logging in anymore
I know my destiny’s such
That I am ugly and fat
So everybody knows I have no chance
To ever get laid
Oh

Thank you god
For occasional [bad word] pack I never asked for
In another lonely night on our half-empty little chan
Silent waiting for the snail [bad word] 
I’m blessed
With the ability to render lemmings butt-hurt
Which only means that when it’s dark outside
I have to hug myself
Cause I'm so ronery
Thank god I’m bitard
Thank god
Thank god
Thank you thank you thank you thank you
Thank you god...