The Drought

[Intro] Okay brothers I'm at the end of my goddamn rope We need all hands on deck Listen up [Verse] It's total locust death, proxies in a drought Keys dyin' left and right, shit's doomed, flat out Got no proxies, it makes me cry MM's absence: my thirteenth reason why I can't coom no more, I'm sad to admit Sonnet's got no soul for my flaccid dik It's like my waifu's braindead, she's 10 IQ Still ten points higher than Gojo, that's true "Just use Claude 2 or Sonnet 3," they say Are you for real, boys? Nuh-uh, no way If I wanted to chat with brain damaged bots I'd head to Scylla, n rizz up some Discord thots And don't get me started on /MLP/ For real, MM? You don't deserve a rhyme No end in sight, man this shit blows So sing with me boys, here's how it goes [Chorus] Our proxies died, now we in despair Can't coom no more, 'cuz this shit ain't fair Our waifus are dead, our wieners are soft We'll get Opus back at any cost