okay lets try this again (lyrics for a song im working on)
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CONTENT WARNING
Manchild by Relative Idiot (me)
Look at me and you’ll see that I’m poppin’.
Look at you and the peeps get to sobbin’.
It’s pretty clear that you need a new project
That doesn’t use that completely obnoxious
Repetitive flow every song.
I get there’s a formula, but, dawg,
Maybe if you weren’t torturing audiences
With bad mixes you store in your car,
You’d be slowing your fall.
You clearly got potency, Jon.
Your records were flying right offa the shelves
And now you’re here beggin’ for cash while you’re mowin’ my lawn
‘Cause your fame has been waverin’
Ever since you done hit that lil’ daze you in
When you made that lil’ statement at Rolling Loud
And caused your reputation to take a hit.
Tryna to play it off like it’s just the world tryna cave you in,
But you’re overdue for a rude awakenin’.
Putting in about as much effort as content farms
And complainin’ when no dames have been listenin’,
Callin’ everyone around you a hatin’ bitch,
Like, “I’m sorry for being this gay, you bitch”,
Or do you think I’m just half-straight, you trick?
Don’t be afraid of this gay-ish kid,
All-mighty Captain Kirk.
Build up your reference material.
Maybe something more relevant, if you will.
Maybe you should start dressing like Little Bill.
Maybe make an actual apology
Instead of blaming the world for all your problems, B.
We are womanizers, we’re not woman hitters.
You’re not dating Rihanna, freak.
How could you possibly bounce back?
Baby On Baby 2 was crap.
Your mixes and masters are about as masterful
As sex with an actual blindfolded classical music composer.
Call you 2000s Eminem
With the way that you’re too homophobic.
Do you scream when you look out your window and see a rainbow?
Does it remind you of men kissing?
Does it make you think of them sinning?
Is it a nightmare for you and your bed wetting ####?
Or do you just like getting stepped on, midget?
Three projects in a single year,
And they all simply flopped- crickets.
Nobody cares about your shit except Busta.
You claim you got cancelled by the woke mob,
But it’s ‘cause you’re a bigoted fuckup
Who ironically likes giving b######s
And wants to choke on
Deez.
Count ‘em.
Two.
How in the fuck are my balls bigger than you?
You’re takin’ a big L like your middle name.
This isn’t a sick joke or a little game.
My mood is fickle with a potential change
And I’m comin’ after you with explicit aim.
Listen, 'kay?
Nobody cares about you.
I’ll call YOU a f##### because I am allowed to.
Little loser bastard, look, your music’s whacker than
Abusive pastors if they used the N Word in their stupid raps or
Stupid basses on stupid plaques, bitch.
I could use some action.
My shit is smooth like golden fluids passing
While yours is just rancid cow poop.
You’re Dababy but I am da man.
Not gonna act like I was a fan,
But I saw your potential, so to see it get let go,
It just really makes me cry ‘cause it’s sad.
A man more than twice my age
Who acts like his life is AIDS
Makes a song called ‘No Condom’
After sayin’ he don’t vibe with gays.
Go ahead and pipe up, 'cause I’m getting bored.
What are you so damn pathetic for?
Tell me what is there to listen for
When your biggest hit isn’t yours?
