Founder Schmounder

The Lord hates a coward

Like the coward hates herself.

Slave labor with no help.

You made a choice now, welp

You’re stuck in the middle

No paddle but a fiddle

Like that’s gonna help on Shit Creek.

You’re sinking as we speak!

You wish for a paddle but

The onlookers saddle

You with celebrity.

Ya, they just can’t see

You’re drowning bitches!

You’re down for the count.

And no referee in sight.