Starface (A Michael Jackson Parody)

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'Cause this is starface, till the last
And no one's gonna save you from the wheel about to strike.
You know it's starface, till the last 
You're begging for a play inside a Twitch chat room tonight, yeah.
Ooh, ooh.

You hear the sub bell,
And realize you've paid to wait in line.
You feel your soul sell,
To hear a robot rap in 4/4 time.
You close your eyes,
And hope the VIP queue moves a little faster.
Girl, but all the while,
A guy with forty bits just skipped ahead.
Your art is dead.

'Cause this is starface, till the last
There ain't no second chance against the algorithm's bite, girl.
Starface, till the last spin tonight.
You're begging for a play inside a Twitch chat room tonight.

The streamers call,
And the subs start to spam in their masquerade.
There's no escaping the jaws of the channel point parade (they're open wide).
This is the end of your pride, ooh.

They're out to milk you,
There's gift-subs closing in on every side.
They will possess you,
Unless you keep that browser open wide.
Now is the time,
For you and I to buy some more Play Credits, yeah.
All through the night,
I'll save you from the silence on the screen.
I'll make you see.

That this is starface, till the last
'Cause I can drain your wallet more than any label would dare try.
Starface, till the last spin tonight.
So let me take your bits and share a killer, filler, ow.
I'm gonna stream it tonight.

Darkness falls across the stream,
A nightmare born from Suno's dream.
Musicians crawl in search of praise,
Trapped inside a looping maze.
And whosoever drops the chat,
To use the bathroom, feed the cat,
Must lose their spot upon the wheel,
And face the void they truly feel.

And though you paid the VIP toll,
The broadcast starts to take your soul.
For no mere mortal can resist...
The endless begging on the list.

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It's close to midnight, And there’s a desperate streamer in the dark. Under the ring light, You hear a synth that almost stops your heart. You try to leave, But Discord takes the mouse before you click it. You start to grieve, As chat engagement looks you in the eyes. You're paralyzed. 'Cause this is starface, till the last And no one's gonna save you from the wheel about to strike. You know it's starface, till the last You're begging for a play inside a Twitch chat room tonight, yeah. Ooh, ooh. You hear the sub bell, And realize you've paid to wait in line. You feel your soul sell, To hear a robot rap in 4/4 time. You close your eyes, And hope the VIP queue moves a little faster. Girl, but all the while, A guy with forty bits just skipped ahead. Your art is dead. 'Cause this is starface, till the last There ain't no second chance against the algorithm's bite, girl. Starface, till the last spin tonight. You're begging for a play inside a Twitch chat room tonight. The streamers call, And the subs start to spam in their masquerade. There's no escaping the jaws of the channel point parade (they're open wide). This is the end of your pride, ooh. They're out to milk you, There's gift-subs closing in on every side. They will possess you, Unless you keep that browser open wide. Now is the time, For you and I to buy some more Play Credits, yeah. All through the night, I'll save you from the silence on the screen. I'll make you see. That this is starface, till the last 'Cause I can drain your wallet more than any label would dare try. Starface, till the last spin tonight. So let me take your bits and share a killer, filler, ow. I'm gonna stream it tonight. Darkness falls across the stream, A nightmare born from Suno's dream. Musicians crawl in search of praise, Trapped inside a looping maze. And whosoever drops the chat, To use the bathroom, feed the cat, Must lose their spot upon the wheel, And face the void they truly feel. And though you paid the VIP toll, The broadcast starts to take your soul. For no mere mortal can resist... The endless begging on the list.

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