I feel bad for the dumb fucks The one's that really believe this shit They get all fired up, from your "thumbs up" And so excited they "made it big" You tell em "it's so good" "I can't believe this flow" But instead you prolly should Tell em that "it fuckin blows" But you say "Ape, then they won't like my song" And I'll say "great, the likes are all they want" They think the same shit They want your likes too Just talk a lil shit Ain't nothin they can really do Or maybe just say nothin Ain't tryin to be mean These people too trustin' If it's nice they will believe All your kind words Then they singin shit for real And that shit's really bad Now we have to hear em squeal You say that shit's good too But it was so much fuckin worse It needed fuckin auto tune They couldn't sing, it fuckin hurt But it ain't even bout that The song is not the fuckin point Some shit's really just bad They're not all "dope joints" It's kinda funny at first They think you really love this shit But then it gets a little worse They use their natural voice to spit And then you tell em that "it's great" It sounded like a startled cow Everybody scared to hate So we're lyin' to em now... I feel bad for the dumb fucks They believe this stupid shit So excited for a "thumbs up" Some of em think they made it big "That shit sounds so good" "I just can't believe your flow" So tell em what you should "This really fuckin blows" © 2026 Ape Lincoln
