Got your bacon
Got your big gun
With your big truck
And you're big ho
You don’t wanna see
No liberal in a clip-on with a bank roll

Lost your appetite;
This place was For Whites
It’s a changing world
Makes you feel small
And you fantasize
About forbidden kinds
You jerk off to the dreams
You can’t feel right

Then you lash out
Then you cash out
You got your plans laid
What would your mama say?
You think you do but you don’t understand

Bet you feel like a man
Bet you feel like a man now
Bet you feel like a man, man
Bet you feel like a man

It doesn’t matter if you pass on your seed
Everybody just wants to be free
It’s big talk, baby I know
But it’s reality
Not reality show

All that pistol does
Is make you suffer more
It doesn’t help you find yourself a lover, no
Instead you’ll wind up dead
You could just create instead

Would you mumble rap?
Or sing country
I pick rock and roll
I feel funky
Try something new
Vomit up the poison that’s killing you

Bet you feel like a man
Bet you feel like a man now
Bet you feel like a man, man
Bet you feel like a man

You think you’re who you say?
You think you’re what you think
But you’re what you do
Do what kindness brings
You think you’re who you say?
You think you’re what you think
But you’re what you do
Do what kindness brings

Bet you feel like a man
Bet you feel like a man now
Bet you feel like a man, man
Bet you feel like a man