Hey signal boy
Where your joy?
Come on down to a plant floor.
Got more even than you score.
You good for
A witty?
Reppin’ your Fitty?
Not gonna quity?
Won’t doin’ dippy?
Say what you want cause life listens.
Life will squeeze out every dickens.
And dick heads… say,
Pricks, are they crowding your deck?
Are you full of this bullshit yet?
Is it maximum suffering yet?
Are U ptsd’ing like a vet?
Well, welcome to you run the show!
And the scriptwriter letting U know
That they write with your words so
It sounds like U.
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