Stop F***ing Me, Todd

© 2024 Russ T. Wanchor. All rights reserved. (Verse 1): The star field truck, Handles like a bag of assholes, Do I need to be an enlightened Alien to control this shit? Why could you not just Make it control, like Grand Theft Auto Five? That’s how I like to drive, Like the Dukes of Hazzard, Not Halo Warthog ass-backwardness. (Chorus): Stop fucking me, Todd, I’m losing my mind, You promised the stars, but all I find, Is disappointment wrapped in cosmic dust, Thought you were the king, now it’s hard to trust. Dance through the void, but I’m feeling slighted, Starfield’s a mess and I’m tired and bored. (Verse 2): You fucked me again, Todd, without consent, Your shitty game building, I’m starting to resent. Why not make the game fun, Instead of lame and dumb? I’m waiting for the thrill, But it’s nowhere to come. (Chorus): Stop fucking me, Todd, I’m losing my mind, You promised the stars, but all I find, Is disappointment wrapped in cosmic dust, Thought you were the king, now it’s hard to trust. Dance through the void, but I’m feeling slighted, Starfield’s a mess and I’m tired and lighted. (Bridge): Hey, Todd, here’s an idea, You made a base-building game, Where you can’t build floors, Walls, and ceilings, it's lame! How about you add that shit, Because the habitat pods Suck more ass than when I Dust-bust my butt. (Chorus): Stop fucking me, Todd, I’m losing my mind, You promised the stars, but all I find, Is disappointment wrapped in cosmic dust, Thought you were the king, now it’s hard to trust. Dance through the void, but I’m feeling slighted, Starfield’s a mess and I’m tired and lighted. (Outro): So hear me out, Todd, let’s change the game, Make it fun again, ignite that flame, I’ll take back my words, when it all feels right, Till then, stop fucking me, I’m done with this game. [Fade to end]