This is a song about "Rights"

But we all got the same rights don't we?

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

I stand up for my rights and march, oh these people judge,

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

That's why i talk of civil rights, our freedom, and rebellion,

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

Consolidation of rights leads to fabrication

Just know that we will fight for rights when battling them all

But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call

I'm screamin' out fuck the police

A few rights restricted you won't miss these

I should have been named joyce, so we can rejoice in my choice,

The mission, fight for my rights like the beastie boys,

And if i want to go outside

Rights, well that aint right, wanna fight