cult of categorization (F tier) (rmx of Bleeder's song)

sitting in a discord of passive-aggressive grading sifting through the hype and the overcompensating i got a spreadsheet and a god complex assigning worth with a color-coded index your whole aesthetic screams mid-tier c nice on a moodboard, mid irl to me like cargo shorts at a funeral, like a vape pen in church not bad, not good — just aggressively merch i don’t feel things, i just rate them turn people into stats, then click-drag and hate them a 10 in theory, but a 4 to my personal taste welcome to the cult of categorization where we rank our gods with no hesitation nothing gold can stay, ponyboy — you peaked f tier i rate abstract nouns in a tiktok tone put sincerity in b-tier next to post malone '90s came back, then died on release y2k rebooted — hard pass, d-tier no clout put people in tiers by what they consume bump down anyone who says that’s just my truth welcome to the cult of categorization you were s-tier once, now you're just a thumbnail no one recognizes you peaked — f tier you're on my list, in my rankings a number, a slot, remembered not you’re all content — nothing greater f tier