# POOR GRUG *The Prehistoric Incel* [Intro — spoken, irritated] 7000 BC. Grug has a problem. Women no like Grug. Fine! Grug has a rock. [Verse 1] Grug carved waifu. Grug made her pretty. Grug showed the village. They called him creepy. Fuck the village. Grug carved a wife. Made her from stone. Love of his life. [Chorus — shouted] POOR GRUG! POOR FUCKING GRUG! He made a waifu! He made her with love! POOR GRUG! LEAVE THE MAN ALONE! She's not a goddess! SHE'S GRUG'S WIFE! [Verse 2] Grug knows the future. Don't ask him how. Nine thousand years. He's pissed off now. Men with little brushes. Digging up his wife. Call her a goddess. Ruining his life. [Chorus — shouted] POOR GRUG! POOR FUCKING GRUG! He made a waifu! He made her with love! POOR GRUG! LEAVE THE MAN ALONE! She's not a goddess! SHE'S A FUCKING STONE! [Bridge — spoken argument] "Grug hate architects." "Archaeologists, Grug." [Pause] "FUCK ARCHITECTS!" "They build houses." "FUCK HOUSES!" [Verse 3] Grug made a sign. Nobody can read. Grug invented writing. Out of spite and need. "NOT A GODDESS." "PROPERTY OF GRUG." Buried it beside her. Gave the dirt a hug. [Final Chorus — increasingly furious] POOR GRUG! POOR FUCKING GRUG! Nine thousand years! Still getting fucked! POOR GRUG! THE MAN HAD ONE REQUEST! DON'T CALL HIS WAIFU A BREEDING GODDESS! [Outro — music stops] Grug hates architects. Grug will remember. [Pause] Grug has no idea what an architect is.
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