Listen. Before you crack that joke, you loud little sucker, Before you swear on my mother just to sound a little tougher, Before you drag my father through your bargain-bin humor, Let me draw this line in ink. Don't confuse me with a loser. You call it a joke, I call it disrespect. You mistook my patience for a lack of self-respect. Silence isn't weakness, it's a storm that hasn't left. And you've been testing every cloud, now you're standing in the rain. You swear on my moms, that's your opening tactic, Your humour's so cheap, even silence finds it tragic. You mock my physique, act like cruelty's a talent, But your confidence is rented, your character's absent. You need me feeling small just to feel a little taller, Your jokes are paper walls, your ego's made of plaster. You throw dirt at my name, then pretend you're a comedian, A clown with a crown still ain't a king, just a gimmick. You drag my parents in, that's a desperate decision, You need family for material? That's a lack of ammunition. You keep fishing for a reaction, I'm denying you the vision, You want applause for disrespect? That's a bankrupt definition. You twist words, switch sides, then deny your intentions, Cross lines, change minds, hide behind your inventions. "It's a joke!" That's your shield, your convenient defence, If you need an excuse, you know where the boundary is. You mistake my restraint for a crack in my armour, But composure ain't surrender, and silence ain't a pardon. I've been holding my tongue while you sharpen your nonsense, Now each bar's a reflection of your own lack of conscience. I don't need threats, I can sever the connection, Walk away without a scene, that's a permanent rejection. You were fishing for a fight, for a loud confrontation, Now you're stuck with the truth and a dead conversation. Every joke has an ending, every audience leaves, Every mask starts slipping when there's nobody to please. You can twist what I said, make me sound like the disease, But a truth doesn't turn false just coz you disagree. Keep my mother out your mouth, keep my father out your lines, Keep my body out your jokes, keep your opinions off my life. You had chances to respect me, crossed the boundary every time, Now the door is closing slowly. Don't confuse the end with spite. You mistook my patience for permission. My silence for submission. You wanted a reaction. You got a decision. We're done. ,Ngga what the fuck do u mean my abs look like i bought them from target?
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