This my block, my sandbox, you a guest, son. Your whole fit's screamin' "tryna impress someone." I'm sippin' my iced tea, watchin' your frontin' slow-mo. You'd trade your whole chain for a taste of my tempo Your talk is cheap, a dollar store spiel. I'm the realest thing you've seen, still you ain't feel? You're playin' checkers on a chessboard, kid. Please. My moves are silent, they bring you to your knees. Mr. 'Rizzler'? Please. Your rizz is an AI glitch. That pickup line was cringe, it made my spirit twitch. A recycled TikTok sound, you're pitchin' in a ditch. Mr. 'Rizzler'? Your aura's red. Came for the main quest, got blocked instead. Watch your follower count flatline, basically dead. You felt the ick, tried a soft reboot. A whisper-whisper "vibe check" from a dusty old suit. I hit you with the blink-blink: "State your biz, my G. You tryna unlock me or just your fantasy?" Your confidence is buffering, your swag's on load. You mumble "just vibes" down a dead-end road. The boombox in my head just changed the beat. Your rhythm's off, you're staggerin' on your feet. This ain't a collab, it's a straight-up delete. Mr. 'Rizzler'? Please. Your rizz is an AI glitch. That pickup line was cringe, it made my spirit twitch. A recycled TikTok sound, you're pitchin' in a ditch. Mr. 'Rizzler'? Your rep's a ghost. Came to collect respect, you're out here toast. Watch me leave your name in the city like a low-tier post. We dip from the shore, my ride on scrape. You paintin' pictures of a big escape. Talk 'bout "sunset edits" and a 'love-bomb' high. But the vision board you're sellin' is a basic guy lie. Cut to the final clip, the comments pourin' in: "A jump scare." "A flop." "He never shoulda begin." Your grand romance arc? A skip. A report. Ah... ahah..mmmh...aaaah... Word on the street is you're washed. Ah... ahah..mmmh...aaaah... Unfollow. delete.
