Hey, look in the corner it's that DIY fag
The one with the "Fuck Racism" patch on his bag
Full of gay opinions, he says what he means
No, I don't want one of your fifty-cent zines
Your recipes are yummy and your rants on girls are 
scathing
Spend less time running your mouth and spend more time on 
bathing
You go on and on about Chain Of Strength and Judge
That sucks as bad as your fucking vegan fudge
I couldn't care less about your distro you jock
The only 7'' I care about is my cock
I've had it up to here with your propaganda
I'll vivisect something right now, pass me a panda
Go on and on about how bad sweatshops are
But how can that be when it keeps those kids out of my 
yard?
Cruelty-free? Yeah, I guess that's nice
But I want steak with my beans and rice
Stand on the side, bitch when kids dance
With your potato sack patches and your cargo pants
Rocking hairy arm pits, tipping back cans of soy
I can't even tell if you're a girl or a boy
Your only source of protein comes from a jar of Skippy
Call yourself hardcore but you're just a hippy
You smell like onions, rock deoderant doesn't work
Think you'll save the world but you're just a fucking 
jerk