*(Verse 1)* Walkin’ in the room, everybody turns, See her glowin’ up, yeah, the table burns. Hand on the belly, smiles all around, "Congrats, you did it!"—cheers in the sound. *(Pre-Drop Build-Up)* But hold up, wait—what about me? I was there too, I played my piece. No high-five, no pat, no love, Guess my work don't count enough? *(Drop – Heavy Dubstep Chaos)* **How come when a woman’s pregnant, everybody rubs her belly?** **But nobody rubs my balls and says, "Good job, my fella"?!** (Womp-womp-womp! *Bass drop*) *(Verse 2)* Months go by, the belly grows, I'm still here, but no one knows. Doctor visits, name debates, I’m just chillin’, second place. *(Pre-Drop Build-Up 2)* DNA check? Oh, we don’t need that, But still, no dap, no nod, no pat? I made that move, I took that shot, Where’s my credit? Where’s my spot?! *(Drop 2 – Even Harder Dubstep Drop)* **How come when a woman’s pregnant, everybody rubs her belly?** **But nobody rubs my balls and says, "Good job, my fella"?!** (*Skrillex-style wubs and bass madness*) *(Bridge – Auto-Tuned Vocals & Chill Breakdown)* Yeah, I know it ain't the same, She’s the queen, she’s the flame. But next time you celebrate, Just a lil’ dap, appreciate! *(Final Drop – Absolute Dubstep Mayhem)* **How come when a woman’s pregnant, everybody rubs her belly?** **But nobody rubs my balls and says, "Good job, my fella"?!** (*WUB-WUB-WUB!*) (Outro – Fading Bass & Echoing Laughs) "Hey bro… good job." ---
