[intro] I bought a thesaurus to win all my fights Now I’m banned from bar trivia Thursday nights My insults are Latin, my patience is thin I judge every thought by the value it’s in [verse 1] You wrote a sonnet on your lunch receipt Said it’s abstract art—called it “urban elite” I skimmed your blog on “microgreens and pain” My eyeballs tried to leave my brain [pre-chorus] Not every opinion needs validation So here’s my five-syllable condemnation— [chorus] Floccinaucinihilipilification! That’s what I call your whole situation It’s the Oxford way to say you’re full of fluff Your deep hot takes? Just shallow stuff Floccinaucinihilipilification! The longest burn in the English nation Say it loud, with nerdy pride— That’s nonsense, but dressed in a tie [verse 2] You dropped a TED Talk in my DMs On “mindful silence” and how to make friends Then linked your Etsy for custom sage I’d rather eat socks than read that page [pre-chorus] So next time you flex your yoga citation I’ll hit reply with one sweet incantation— [chorus] Floccinaucinihilipilification! Your vibes are off, it’s my estimation When every post’s a revelation But somehow… still a violation Floccinaucinihilipilipil-ATTENTION! This is a grammatical intervention One more flex, one more strut— And I’ll reply in Latin: “Shut.” [bridge] Yes, it’s petty Yes, it’s long But say it once—you’ll feel strong It’s the word that clears the air Like yelling “BEGONE!” To a pompous billionaire [chorus - final] Floccinaucinihilipilification! A jab with ten degrees of connotation So when you hear that bloated speech— Just smile and say, “That’s out of reach” Floccinaucinihilipilification! Rolls off the tongue like pure damnation A fancy way to shut things down— A velvet “nope” in cap and gown [outro] So next time they talk like they’re king of the nation— Just whisper: floccinaucinihilipilification.
