ShirkJerk by The Muslims (NC) Lyrics

This is haram
You know Quran
Don't do us harm
Don't be so bad
Piss off your dad
He'll cut off your phone
Then you'll be mad
Blame it on us
And say it's our fault
We did no wrong
We love Allah
You wrote a punk song

Father, O Father, I'm sure that it's true
The drama, the fitnah I'm causing for you
Searching and searching for certainty
Only thing certain I know is you're trash, ugh!

Sister, O Sister, I'm sure that you're mad
You're blaming your caging on me? What a drag!
"Faggot, oh faggot, you thought that you had it?
Allah and your family handles your baggage"
Shirk shirk shirk your dick off, your head is in your hands
You can keep me by the waste side, I'll call you when I care

Brother, O Brother, you've fucked me the most
Tucked me in corners and torch all my poems
Coolin oh coolin, you're using your kufi
To cup out the koolade you piss, ugh!

Mother, O Mother, I hate how you feel
Caged in the pages of patriarch spiel
Splitting your kids into spaces that take away agency from you
I guess that we're done too

Shirk shirk shirk your dick off, your head is in your hands
You can keep me by the waste side, I'll call you when I care

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you lil' bitch