Son of Dis - Protomartyr

How I am supposed to live

With all this shit up to my ears

Plebs are fighting over this

You sound like a true son of Dis

A thousand weeping ovaries

Hawks rip out the liar’s eyes

I’ve been here since 2006

Spoken like a true son of Dis

My DVD has a terrible scratch

I lounge and I prefigure the past

Blankly cataloging the hits

You sound like a true son of Dis

Every slut you’ve ever known

Swam to safety and made a home

Can the weak hand still make a fist?

Spoken like a true son of Dis

Level 6 ring

While you were out taking a piss

Signs appeared and were explained

The enemy showed a great restraint

You sound like a true son of Dis

High scored almost everything

Found some slacks that almost fit

And I like wearing them

Spoken like a true son of Dis