[Verse 1] Back in the day, lightsabers hummed, Empire crumbled, rebels won, fun. Then the suits rolled in with their corporate grin, Said "time to fix it, let the lectures begin." Diverse checklists over story beats, Heroes turned into therapy seats. Rey stacked the deck, no training arc, While the fanbase screamed "this shit's a fart." [Pre-Chorus] Budget's bloating, merch ain't selling, Box office ghosts, Disney's yelling. But hey, at least the tweets were fire— Until the shareholders set the pyre. [Chorus] The Force is Female! (yeah, right) Woke it till it broke, what a sight. Lightsaber dildos in the gift shop glow, But the galaxy's bankrupt, stole the whole show. The Force is Female! (screw that noise) Went broke 'cause they killed all the boys. Jar Jar got more respect in his prime, Than this preachy, flaccid, Disney crime. [Verse 2] Knights of the Old Republic? Shelved that shit. Brought in girlbosses throwing endless fits. "Subvert expectations!" the director cried, While the plot took a dive and the fans all died. Finn forgot his stormtrooper game, Poe turned sidekick in this woke flame. Palpatine cloned back for the cash grab low, 'Cause nothing says "original" like recycling the foe. [Bridge] Explicit truth in the cantina light: They pissed on the lore, called it "progress" that night. Fandom's toxic? Nah, you're just ass at your job, Turning gold into garbage for the Twitter mob. Now the Mouse is crying, stock's doing the worm, While Andor was decent—wait, that slipped through the storm? But overall? A dry hump of a franchise fuck, The Force ain't female, it's just plain outta luck. [Chorus] The Force is Female! (yeah, right) Woke it till it broke, what a sight. Lightsaber dildos in the gift shop glow, But the galaxy's bankrupt, stole the whole show. The Force is Female! (screw that noise) Went broke 'cause they killed all the boys. Jar Jar got more respect in his prime, Than this preachy, flaccid, Disney crime. [Outro] May the Force be with you... said no one in 2026, Just stream the originals and light up that spliff. The saga's dead, buried in virtue-signaling piss, Long live the memes— at least those don't miss.
