Sunday, October 5, 2025

Troll's Tears

If my mini fridge wasn’t stocked with Mountain Dews

Cans of troll’s tears are what I’d choose

Not a scarce resource, I’d stay hydrated forever

‘Cause those bitches are crying like it’s rainy weather

Is it any coincidence that it tastes so salty?

You got to be salty if petty is what you call me

Jealousy and envy over individuality

They’re mediocre and plain, that’s their whole reality

They see the world through a black and white lens

It makes me wonder how they have any friends

They’re a bigger pain in the ass than a colonoscopy

Bigger pain than rectal cancer shown in the autopsy

Maybe their bodies on a table is a bunch of wishful thinking

There’s no thinking from them, just some Kool-Aid drinking

Every troll looks the same because they are the same

Trying to out-suck each other in a competitive game

There are no gold medals for their basic bitch statuses

Maybe that explains why they’re so damn mad at us

They’d kill for some color in their plain vanilla world

They’d kill someone anyways, maybe a cute girl

A chick who turned them down in front of the whole town

For being a big nothingburger and an even bigger clown

The only thing bigger is the size of their egos

Yet they’re fragile like glass despite their macho ethos

These pathetic motherfuckers aren’t worth my time

I’ll drink their tears and keep on pumping out rhymes

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