Who is the gent with the glorious hair,
Who thinks rejection from girls is not fair?
With with shades from Armani™, and a car from Germany,
whose infinite virtues are known near and far?
It's 4chan's own sweetheart, dear Elliot R.!
And under the shimmer of wannabe threads
lies hidden a fierce and disastrous lad!
The Stacies and roasties that lurk in the night
Will cower in fear WHEN THIS SUPREME GENT...
[propulsive rock beat]
Locked and loaded like a born gunslinger,
And wreaking havoc like a natural doombringer,
He rocks that SIG dual-wield and Glock made to compete
He's gonna slay those cunts so hail the gent sup-reeeeeeee-eeeeeee-eeeeeeeeeme~!
Cause he's a rebel virgin, he's the best!
He's a ball of lightning in a bulletproof vest!
He's a THOT Patrol roaring through the night,
he's our supreme gent and a really messed up guy!