Intro] JAMES… what a shame… I hate to do this brother but you said my music is poetry over AI slop. OH REALLY? YOU TOOK US TO HONK FEST. Who’s the fucking sperm burping clown now? ⸻ [Verse 1] James think he the final boss of culture Walking around Seattle like a rescued woke vulture Every opinion delivered like a TED Talk speech Meanwhile nobody asked and nobody reached Acts like he understands music better than all of fucking mankind Like Beethoven personally text him from the afterlife Talking ’bout writing notes and artistic merit James let’s be honest your a SECRET E-CO TERRORIST When I was at your house last night, I noticed several mason jars on a shelf labeled “captured methane gas” Brother what the fuck is that? We know you planning to blow up shit that hurts the e-co system. A bicycle powered blender in the back room B With a seat that penetrates your cheeks ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] OH NO— James got another plate of beans, think I know he’s about to cover it in cheese Most don’t know what he’s doin tonight but he’s prepping jars of his own stench to huff in his sleep ⸻ [Chorus] DON’T TALK DOWN AT PETE YOU AN BIG DUMB E-CO TERRORIST, HIPSTER PROPHET, WOKE PUSSY ASS FREAK PREACHING TO BECOME THE MASTER CLASS SOCAIL ELITE HE THINKS HE GOT STATUS, HE THINKS HE GOT SMARTS BUT ALL HE DO IS HUFF HIS OWN FUCKIN FARTS ⸻ [Verse 2] Skinny little toothpick boy with the confidence of God Talking like he has lessons to impart on us Acting morally superior every chance he gets To bad he just a confused man looking for every opportune moment to cross dress - sounds like he needs to go gargle some more LIGHT BEER ⸻ [Bridge] You see James, I can dictate when musical shit happens in my songs Watch this bitch boy [massive guitar solo] You hear that? That’s what they call a fucking guitar solo you milk toast shit snorter ⸻ [Verse 3] Every party drug known to modern science James somehow got a review ready to provide us Talking chemistry like a visiting professor Then ten minutes later throwing up in a shrub next to his mommies dresser Gets drunk faster than a crack head in the streets Then spends forty-five minutes explaining his own mystical feats Bro acts enlightened But every Saturday eve this pussy getting baths from his mommy ALL NIGHT - he plays in the bath water — he asks her for rubber duckies and bubbles to play in — he squeals like a hog while she reads him bed time stories — I mean there is a reason she used to live across the dang street from his house ⸻ [Final Chorus] DON’T TALK DOWN ON PETE I’M A CREATIVE SAVANT YOU SEE YOU A HONK FEST DISCIPLE IN SPARKLY PURPLE LIPSTICK LIVING IN A FANTASY DON’T YOU FUCKIN DARE TO TALK SHIT TO ME YOU A SELF-APPOINTED MUSIC DEITY IF YOU KNOW SO MUCH ABOUT ART WHY DON’T YOU TRY N FUCKIN RESPOND TO ME ⸻ [Outro] James… I love you brother. But FUCK your stupid parameters I roast you the way I want Yahms, baby cakes, because one thing you should never forget … EVER .. is your my bitch
