Expectations man, ya gotta live with 'em
Otherwise, ya wouldn't get this gem
Of a rap from yours truly
Dishin' out truth like Judge Judy
Take a seat, lemme tell ya a story
Of a man who once tasted glory
From a troubled past, he climbed his way to the top
Showin' he was the best of the crop
Then one day, after he thought he made it
His fellow people thought he wasn't fit
So he had to quit, a fall from grace
Leavin' the top with out a trace
He was hooked though, hooked to the glory
Hopin' to rewrite his story, his messed up story
Thinkin' that maybe he'd get it right this time
Maybe this time it might be fine
So he went along with the punches, turned into a joke
Without ever realizin' his dreams gone up in smoke
Now he's just a shadow, overlooked by all
A constant reminder of his untimely fall
So boy, ya think your raps sting?
How can they hurt someone who isn't a thing
But an over used punchline?
Who never had a chance to truly shine
Maybe someday I can rewrite my story
But for now, it's just history
Sighs Okay, let's do this.
Little Boy Blue quit blowin' that horn,
You're givin' headaches to the damn unborn.
I'm getting sick of all this childish tripe,
And watching you still pickin' fights.
So let's begin with a cross-examination,
Of all your foolish inclinations.
So let's begin with Subject A:
Your obsession with being passé.
So lost in the past, it's way out of style,
Every sadsack post, one more for the pile.
And all this acting out, shit it's getting old,
You think these call-out posts is you being bold?
All your pathetic hollering,
Naught but childish posturing.
Of a poor sad fool longing for the lost,
Failing to realize all cares have been tossed.
Poor dear you wanna go back,
To a time of infinite flack?
Oh yes, yesteryear was good to you,
Many days hounded by bugaboos.
Now onto Subject B:
Your pretentious false modesty.
Oh so woe as me, fuck me so sad,
People don't like me, damn I've had it so bad.
Fuckin' pathetic, that's what I see,
A king of his own shitty dynasty.
Oh hail the emperor of self-reflection,
Oh hail the god of perfect introspection.
But it's nothing but a party, of your own self-pity,
Expecting sympathy, despite being so shitty.
Can't you see that nobody cares?
And yet you go on with your selfish airs.
And now then, Subject C:
Oh wait, what's this I see?
Nothing's there, you're just some two-note joke,
A sad little cancer among us forum folk.
So just give up, give in, lie down and shut up,
It's pathetic hearing the bark of a whining pup.
But food for thought brat, here's one thing I know,
Just hang up the shit, and have a potato.