Norwoods pet bird

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(💥 Verse 1)
Found the lil’ bird sittin’ lookin’ all fragile,
Norwood said “come here, buddy, we gon’ travel.”
Played pet dad like he tryna win a title,
Then launched the thing upward like a Bible recital.
Bird flappin’ twice like “bro, I ain’t built for this,”
Forklift chillin’ there like “come catch this kiss.”
CRACK — feathers everywhere like confetti and piss,
Norwood whisperin’ “oh fuck… this ain’t bliss.”

He grabbed that bird corpse, tried to reboot the thing,
Shook it like a Polaroid hopin’ it would sing.
But the bird just flopped like “nah, I’m not king,”
So Norwood dropped it down — right into a ring…

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(😈 Verse 2 — Dark Humor Takes Off)
A ring of stray cats with the hungriest eyes,
Lookin’ at the bird like it’s Popeyes thighs.
They jumped that corpse fast — no goodbye’s,
Norwood stare froze like he just saw God’s lies.
Eyes waterin’ hard but he tryna stay tough,
Masculin’ tears in denial like “nah, I’m buff.”
But inside he screamin’ “DAMN THIS IS ROUGH!”
Lil’ homie turned into cat buffet stuff.

One cat burped feathers — disrespect on ten,
Norwood whisperin’ “BRUH… NOT AGAIN.”
Lookin’ traumatized like a broke romance,
Man almost cried harder than Campbell’s last chance.

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(💀 Outro)
RIP lil’ bird — gone too soon,
Norwood mournin’ under a forklift moon.
Cats lickin’ their paws like “thanks for the food,”
Norwood whisperin’ “WHY THE HELL DID I DO THAT, DUDE?”

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(🔥 Hook) Norwood found a lil’ bird, thought he had a new bro, Tossed it in the sky like “AYE, WATCH THIS HOE GO!” But the bird hit a forklift — BOOM — real slow, Norwood stood there froze like “DAMN… oh no.” Picked it back up, tried to play it off slick, Dropped it near some cats — they ate that bitch quick. Norwood wide-eyed, lips tremblin’ like “shit…” Almost cried right there, but he still looked lit. ⸻ (💥 Verse 1) Found the lil’ bird sittin’ lookin’ all fragile, Norwood said “come here, buddy, we gon’ travel.” Played pet dad like he tryna win a title, Then launched the thing upward like a Bible recital. Bird flappin’ twice like “bro, I ain’t built for this,” Forklift chillin’ there like “come catch this kiss.” CRACK — feathers everywhere like confetti and piss, Norwood whisperin’ “oh fuck… this ain’t bliss.” He grabbed that bird corpse, tried to reboot the thing, Shook it like a Polaroid hopin’ it would sing. But the bird just flopped like “nah, I’m not king,” So Norwood dropped it down — right into a ring… ⸻ (😈 Verse 2 — Dark Humor Takes Off) A ring of stray cats with the hungriest eyes, Lookin’ at the bird like it’s Popeyes thighs. They jumped that corpse fast — no goodbye’s, Norwood stare froze like he just saw God’s lies. Eyes waterin’ hard but he tryna stay tough, Masculin’ tears in denial like “nah, I’m buff.” But inside he screamin’ “DAMN THIS IS ROUGH!” Lil’ homie turned into cat buffet stuff. One cat burped feathers — disrespect on ten, Norwood whisperin’ “BRUH… NOT AGAIN.” Lookin’ traumatized like a broke romance, Man almost cried harder than Campbell’s last chance. ⸻ (🔥 Hook) Norwood found a lil’ bird, thought he had a new bro, Tossed it in the sky like “AYE, WATCH THIS HOE GO!” But the bird hit a forklift — BOOM — real slow, Norwood stood there froze like “DAMN… oh no.” Picked it back up, tried to play it off slick, Dropped it near some cats — they ate that bitch quick. Norwood wide-eyed, lips tremblin’ like “shit…” Almost cried right there, but he still looked lit. ⸻ (💀 Outro) RIP lil’ bird — gone too soon, Norwood mournin’ under a forklift moon. Cats lickin’ their paws like “thanks for the food,” Norwood whisperin’ “WHY THE HELL DID I DO THAT, DUDE?”

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