This dude used to have fans But then his content got stale All you post these days are just 10 styles of fail We have a loser in the building Your channel’s a mess This drummers on drugs If he thinks his beats are fresh You’re like a pewdiepie of metal Except your views are trash Half as funny, half as trendy Nowhere near the cash It’s surprising you get views at all With that hideous face Here’s an 11th kind of breakdown It’s called you’re a huge disgrace
Your music is lame, and your jokes are junk Leave the metal to the big boys And the pizza to pop punk
Get REKT!!! Get REKT!!! Get REKT!!!
Drummers say this, guitarists say that Why don’t you do something That’s not entry level crap Your best work is behind you It’s come and went I mean, c’mon all your djent songs.. They don’t even djent Now tell me what’s the deal with the hat? You tryin to be like Fred Durst? We all know that you wear one Cause your hairline is the worst Who you trying to fool? You’re just a balding tool A big pool of drool Who’s just trying to stay cool You ran out of ideas before you even started Is that a new Jared Dines song?? Nope!! Somebody farted You’ll never find the brown note Because you can’t even play All your stuff is talentless Fake and gay
You’re disgrace
You’re just a hardcore kid who never Crew out of a scene phase Playing all the same riffs that you did Back in the old days Think of something fresh for once Quit copying alonge We all know your just A B grade Rip off of frog leap You wouldn’t be where you are if not For Rob Scallon Those collabs are the only reason That you have fans You may have passed him quickly In subs and content Its just too bad you can’t seem to Match him with talent It’s hard to understand a single word you say your playing is the weakest thing I’ve heard all day There’s nothing attractive about your voice No wonder your demographics is 90% boys
Get REKT!!! Get REKT!!! Get REKT!!!
It doesn’t take much to be the cookie monster I’d be angry too if I made no money from sponsors BTW dude, I think it’s time you changed your shirt Your clothes are like your content Covered in dirt To sum it up your music is a joke Next time you sing a line I hope you choke Give up on your dreams You’re just a lesser Stevie T I only watch you now Because there’s nothing on TV