It's an exciting week for me to be able to kick the shit out of my brother. To celebrate, I have this little song set to the tune of Kenny Rogers' "Daytime Friends and Nighttime Lovers." Enjoy, and fuck you all.
And I told him that when we play this week
Discursive Whiteness will get completely trounced
But he thinks that, because he's on a streak
A victory will quickly be announced.
He forgets that he's got no fuckin' balls
And players who scream "Mommy!" when they're down.
When he's losing, he'll be consoled at the mall
Finding little boys to put in gowns.
You might think because we're brothers
I wouldn't say he fucks his mother
But he does, I can't lie
He dreams it every day.
Maybe if he had his druthers
He would start to run for cover
Give it up, turn out the lights
And make plans for another day.