Rapping Jazzy: Huh, uh huh, this is a rap, this is a rap about fedi frens
Who
Fuck with your head
Wish you were dead
All day long
They do something instead
Of hittin you up
Of givin you daps
How many fedi frens are givin no craps?
I'm sick of your shit!
You fedi idiot!
*cries*
*almost drops microphone*
*gets back on beat after getting breath back*
I'M SICK OF YOUR SHIT!
YOU FEDI IDIOT!
YOU THINK LIKE A TIT!
I HOPE YOU GET HIT!
BY LIFE JUST A BIT!
*takes deep breath*
I'm tired of fake fedi frens givin me fake bullshit fake handouts fake trends fake old tits fake canned pouts
*takes a moment gets determined*
If I ever had a real fedi frend
It might be you
I'm blastin
In the end
With
(in the end sample by linkin park occurs here)
But if I were to tell the whole truth
And nothin but
Such and such
It'd be
That I want
Many fedi frens
And that's not a crutch
*drops mic and goes back stage with only the real fedi frens*