Incel No More lyrics

They gettin' more cringe, so it's hard to outcringe 'em
You play with Big Rick, we turn you right into a victim
Cuz she told me "Big Rick, you're too talented, you need to go out and show more"
She put that pus*y on me, she said "Baby, you not an incel no more"
Ha!
Hoppin' in the stu, I been practicing, b*tch I been working on my voice
Y'all some f*ckin' lazy ain't ever did sh*t y'all made me pro-choice
She was bisexual but I just turned the b*tch right back to normal
I'm the new conversion therapy baby I can get your ass acting moral
Trying to make some money cuz god damn these b*tches so f*cking fine
I'm hoping black pеople get reparations cuz I know thеy'll buy some studio time
Got my lashes done, my glitter jacket, my face beat, everybody see it
I love to embarrass all my b*tches, baby I'm the male Jada Pinkett
Everybody think they know Rick, they think they know what I'm about
Everybody think sh*t funny 'till we 5 deep outside the Waffle House
You come to my city, you gotta check in, you gotta pay a fine
You better CashApp Big Rick before you pass that Arkansas state line, pus*y!
Had to start rapping, I was in a rock band but this sh*t doesn't work
Y'all get on my nerves, quit acting stupid b*tch, I don't wanna play Free Bird!
I'm not civilized, b*tch I'm still screaming "f*ck United States"
I might go beat up a white man, now he's wearing blackface
Do my own makeup, these b*tches dirty, I can't let a hoe touch my sh*t
I dropped 500 at Sephora b*tch I don't know what a drug store is
I just be myself and I f*ck they hoe, I guess it's why they wanna fight
When I'm talking sh*t, I'm Katt Williams, when I'm with my b*tch I'm Money Mike
Y'all scared to get misgendered
I understand cuz it hurts, I'm used to that sh*t, b*tch when I was fat, everybody thought I was a girl!
Y'all turning trans made me throw up, I'm the man, b*tches love when I show up
I guess in this world, you decide you can hoe up or you can glow up b*tch!
On my momma!
On my momma!
I, on my momma, on my momma, on my momma, on my momma, on my momma, on my momma
On my momma!
On my momma!
On my momma, on my momma, on my momma, on my momma, on my-
I put that sh*t on my momma!
Yeah!

[Horrible organ solo]

Yeah!
Incel no more, ahh
Incel no more
Incel no more, ain't no more, ain't no more, ain't no more, yeah!
Incel no more, ahh
It's what I, it's what I work for, yeah, yeah