Do not believe the roastie's liesWhen she comes around to proselytize;She'll screech and protest all day longDenying she's taken miles of schlong"Genetics!" she will cry in fearPraying there is a white knight near;But no help comes, there's no salvationFrom the omega uprising sweeping the nation!Innies are alright with meWith their virtue and their purity;They know what womanhood's aboutAnd with one voice cry: "ROASTIES OUT!"But beware the roastie's tempting callsLuring betas to her cavernous halls;She'll suck you up, and then you'll beA slave to her vile cuckoldryWe see now, with our open eyesThe plainness of the roastie's lies;We'll stick with innies, and nevermoreWe'll lie with an Arby's sandwich whore
