Oh, I’m a good old Bonbibro,
Now that’s just what I am;
For this “only fans Bontent”
I do not care a dam.
I’m glad I fit against it—
I only wish we’d won,
And I don’t want no pardon
For anything I done.

I hates the discord niggers,
This reddit posters, too;
I hate the filthy simpers,
In the thread the glow.
I hates the nu-bonbi,
With all her brag and fuss;
The lyin’, thievin’ Bonbi,
I hates’er wuss and wuss.

I hate the nu-bonbiverse
And everything they do;
I hate the Declaration
Of only fans, too.
I hates the fat assed bonbi,
‘Tis dripping with our blood;
I hates the only fans logo—
I fit it all I could.

I followed old anons
For four year, near about,
Got wounded in three places,
And starved at Thread Lookout.
I cotch the roomatism
A-campin’ in the board,
But I killed a chance of simpers—
I’d like to kill some mo’.

Three hundred thousand simpers
Is stiff in bbg dust;
We got three hundred thousand
Before they conquered us.
They died of ttg psyop
And Bonbibro steel and shot;
I wish it was three millions
Instead of what we got.

I can’t take up my musket
And fight’em now no more,
But I ain’t agoin’ to love’em,
Now that is sartin sure.
And I don’t want no pardon
For what I was and am;
I won’t be reconstructed,
And I don’t care a dam.