Bald Incel
A fast aggressive rap track at 150 bpm launching with deep 808 bass and punchy kicks, layered atop energetic, syncopated bass, Verses highlight female airy contralto soprano vocals over razor-sharp riffs, while choruses amplify with soaring operatic belts as the bass and beats thicken, Constant hiphop rhythms interlace for dynamic texture
Bald Incel
A fast aggressive rap track at 150 bpm launching with deep 808 bass and punchy kicks, layered atop energetic, syncopated bass, Verses highlight female airy contralto soprano vocals over razor-sharp riffs, while choruses amplify with soaring operatic belts as the bass and beats thicken, Constant hiphop rhythms interlace for dynamic texture
Lyrics
Verse 1
Bald, lonely-ass
Looking for love, but he lack a plan
Internet warrior, he ain't got no fans
Hatin' on all the good ones 'cause he in a jam
Don't you got a wife, son? You're lookin' too lonely
Arguing on the internet, you gotta be joking
Now, I ain't a doctor, but you need you a woman
Your ass is depressed and I think it's because you a sorry excuse for a man
Not the alpha male
When the jokes are goin' off, you the butt of the tale
I wanna derail you, so let me give a little detail
Bro, you ain't a giga-chad
You could be a millionaire, and she still don't wanna split a bill, you're really sad
And I know you're really mad, but it's really bad
It's an overcompensation, you just a lil' lad
You ain't even gotta speak, I know what you're about to say
You won't ever have a girl and that's the problem anyway
We should leave it there and we can call it a day, okay, what do you say?
Chorus
Bald incel
No job, no hoes
No goals
No drive
No ambition
Tryna hittem up but you keep on missin'
Game over, failed mission
You be so delusional
Your whole life's a fiction
Don't nobody fuck with you, not even a little
Not even a smidgen
Bald bitch incel
Verse 2
Man, you prolly still a virgin 'cause you puttin' in the work and it ain't workin'
Wanna tell the world all your opinions
When nobody gives a damn, gives a fuck, gives a shit
You never gave anything back
So, how could you expect to receive it?
Your lifestyle ain't healthy
So, what do you plan to achieve with it?
Your hairline is a treason
Your hairline got a mind of its own
Your hairline left you for a woman
You got no game, so you went home alone
All alone
And you gon' die alone
And your homies ain't your homies
Your homies tryna use you to get to they enemies
All you got is frenemies, and those frenemies are gon' get yo ass busted by the police
Bald incel, broke and a simp, dick so unused it's probably limp
Chorus
Bald incel
No job, no hoes
No goals
No drive
No ambition
Tryna hittem up but you keep on missin'
Game over, failed mission
You be so delusional
Your whole life's a fiction
Don't nobody fuck with you, not even a little
Not even a smidgen
Bald bitch incel