FUD

Is this guy serious? Alright it's time to put this coward's in his place You can suck on your fud In the mud you ugly punk While we govern like shoguns You shovel fud on your holders But covet us What, honey buns? You gettin' off on Pokin' holes in the walls To peek and watch, huh? Hey! Must ya be such a Peeping Tom? Little pervert, bring it on Yeah, bring in a wrecking ball! Yeah, c'mon, knock down the walls! You'll find nothin' you want Just us bustin' our butts, ya St-st-stutterin' blunderin' buster Why you gotta be bustin' our balls? But ya lust us! Goll! It's no wonder You're Burn: you're in heat! You're a wannabe, second-rate parody freak A pirate; you parrot and mimic You're slobbering, groveling for some attention, Like "Please! Any single wallet at all! Anybody?" What, you think? You're flyin' high in the air with the parrots? It's embarrassin', B Apparently you've gotta be Peter Pan 'Cause you'll never grow up Plus you'll "never land" A single blow on UkiFam A pathetic one-man army That's you hidin' behind phony fans Like, crikey! It's gotta be like at least five! Yet so little success You better get the right key, right? Hah! Quite the quote like you're Socrates High up on your profile, "wise guy" Be humble, ain't that right? Ignorant hypocrite Not even your CEO of your mind Oh Dios mío! Oh my my my! Do you mind whether I ask you why You're so obsessed with us? Try, bud, to admit to us You're drugged up on jealousy Addicted to envying like everything we are C'mon, bruh Grab a pen and a pad Write some stuff, learn it from Those who have paved the way And done done it And constructed infrastructure For you to bum on your butt, simp Hah! But you'd just sit up on All the lots of lots We'd've bought you in Hrvatska "Wow, that utility is so awesome" Said no one…that means "nitko", "nada" You benefit off us Buddy, you ain't no Holly You ain't no anybody I'm the big bad ōkami and your "Kami" Tako, đenja! Da odlazi, mali jadnik! To you and your made-up posse Talking like you don't want money? The wrong kinda "commy", dummy You must be so drunky It's time to go home To your cardboard box on the side of no road And reminisce about all the things you've built Like that business that failed And the rug that you'll kill I'm just saying, "I'm not hating, I'm just tryna be real!" Hah! When will this little pill learn? Ironic you go down in flames …They say you "Burn" With how many burner accounts You would think you could count But you can't: you do math out your ass Barely pass as a sham of a man Not even a shadow of that, what a quack You're a coward, you're trash Y'all smell that? It's the ash Get out while you can 'Fore he burns it all down to the ground Five years from now We're safe and we're sound Five years from now You'll still be a clown Don't you talk to me about quality You're witnessing the artistry with Airworthy Have dignity, get on your knees! And you might get some sick NFTs From your deities, with the glory Of Victuh's inventory! Oops, you mean To rip him off and do one too, my G? What ingenuity, dude! You fresh and new with… nothing You're a fool to think You accomplished even single thing By spitting all on the community with impunity And now it's soon to be The end of your race in this chain Go to Solana Where they're lovin' ruggin' and fuddin' And nothin workin' and take your dishonor And your shame to your name And vainglorious pain in our asses, okay? And bring your angry criticism Of everything good in the ecosystem You wannabe, never-be A&A and Flame Even MVA threw you away Enter into our space or any space And say it to my face! But you won't, you're a fake You're a joke, a disgrace Can you make it at anything, though? How'd you choke On such an easy little piece of cake? Oh bro! Oh Lord Have you no shame? Oh no! But wait! Who knows? There may be some hope, mate! Like something you don't suck at… like, hey! Of course! That's it, babe! Everyone has their niche And yours is being a little b**** I'm done