Friday, November 6, 2026

Suck It

VERSE 1

You want to sue me for defamation

But it’s only legalized retaliation

For using my First Amendment rights

You’re not even American, you took a flight

Judge bangs the gavel!

Let’s start the battle!

Or I can just sit at home

Send you all a written note:

 

CHORUS

Suck it!

Suck it!

Suck it!

Suck my dick!

 

VERSE 2

Mr. Landlord, how did you learn karate?

You got a million cancer cells throughout your body

That’s what landlords are: tumors on society

You smoked a thousand ciggies, so you failed at sobriety

Post your eviction notice!

Sick your dog named Otis!

Here’s a month’s rent in a little envelope

Just kidding, it’s only a handwritten note:

 

CHORUS

Suck it!

Suck it!

Suck it!

Suck my dick!

 

BRIDGE

Everybody owes a debt to someone

Even if your life has come undone

I wasn’t born with a spoon in my mouth

I live in the north, but my life went south

 

VERSE 3

I pay everything off and you still want more

At the risk of destroying my credit score

At the risk of shopping at the dollar store

At the risk of being an orange suit whore

Your threats are empty!

You got nothing to envy!

You’re a miserable prick who never gets better

Instead of a check, here’s a two-word letter:

 

CHORUS

Suck it!

Suck it!

Suck it!

Suck it!

 

BRIDGE

Everybody owes a debt to someone

Even if your life has come undone

I wasn’t born with a spoon in my mouth

I live in the north, but my life went south

Thursday, November 5, 2026

Ahchoo from "Robin Hood: Men in Tights" a.k.a. Dave Chappelle Before He Descended into Transphobic Mediocrity

 


See? I Always Knew Arthur Fleck Had Potential as a Comedian!

 


Rejection Sensitive

Rejection sensitive, a lack of evidence

That he tried so hard to get on the dance card

He couldn’t score a ten even if he rigged the game

Walked onto the dance floor, couldn’t share his name

A lady took his hand, but it was never an invitation

To step outside the fantasies of masturbation

One bad touch and it’ll all go viral

Watch it all go down the drain in a pretty little spiral

Laugh it up, yuk it up, read all about it

They knew he was awkward, now he’s fully outed

He ran out the door, tried to drown out the noise

Of the scared-to-death ladies, chucklefuck boys

They say you can’t win if you never play the game

You also can’t get jobbed out into the Hall of Shame

His brain was lying the whole damn time

Nobody even cared that he committed social crimes

They’re too busy getting down with the funky ass beat

Split-legged moonsault, twerk, repeat

But when your brain tells you lies, they’re easy to believe

It’s the closest friend you have, why would it deceive?

It got you through pop quizzes and scantron tests

How can you justify not giving all your best?

Go back to your room and put on some creamy Korn

Let your hero Jon Davis guide you through emotions torn

“If you don’t give a shit, come get your Hellyeah!”

Mr. Mudvayne’s got intensity, ain’t got to sell that

Throw a Five Finger Death Punch right through the drywall

Not worth losing your deposit, the bill will bulge your eyeballs

Try the dance floor again when your spirit isn’t broken

In another five years when your heart’s wide open

It’s like a prison sentence, but without the CO’s

Cuss a storm at the warden, but you’ll never dethrone

Imaginary debates over trying hard enough

Or your lack thereof, it’s a little tough love

Tough love is a total oxymoron

Like jumbo shrimp, so the conclusion’s foregone

You’re a victim of abuse from your own internal organs

From the day you were born to the days of rigor mortis

You can’t win the game when the world is cheating

When your purpose in life is taking punch-down beatings

Monday, November 2, 2026

How Much of a Wuss Do You Have to Be to Get Your Ass Kicked by a Paperclip?

 


Think of This Clue Meme When You Vote Tomorrow

 


Papa Roach X Pac (Rest in Peace): Knowing the Gravity of the Situation Is Key

 


Billie Joe Armstrong Has a Message For All the ICE Agents Out There

 


And of course, Tom MacDonald responded by saying, "Nothing like a 60-year-old millionaire who makes music for teenagers telling you to quit your job, am I right?" Yep. The guy who looks like a detention desk and makes low-effort edge-lord music really said that about Billie Joe Armstrong. The irony is laughable.

Wednesday, October 21, 2026

My Name Is Garrison and I Am a Paranoid Schizophrenic...

 


Roasting Trolls in the "Good Old Days" That Weren't So Good

 


Irony Is Your Strong Suit

Don’t tell me I didn’t try hard enough when trying was never an option.

Don’t tell me I’m coasting through life when you want me to fail.

Don’t tell me to suck it up when you throw the punches.

Don’t tell me I’m too fat when your favorite politician weighs more.

Don’t tell me I’m too stupid when your IQ is in the toilet.

Don’t tell me I’m behind in life when you take a shortcut to get ahead.

Don’t tell me I need to step up my game when I score last place anyways.

Don’t tell me to ask her out when she’s too scared to accept a man’s love.

Don’t tell me to get a job when the boss can’t wait to fire me.

Don’t tell me to get out of the house more often when I have nowhere to go.

I could have been the best thing to ever happen to this world.

Even if this world never wanted someone like me.

Someone different, someone who cared, someone who loved.

But mediocrity keeps the machine going.

Silence keeps the gears from gumming up.

I’m sorry I didn’t fit into your economic plan.

But at the same time, you never let me in to begin with.

Irony is your strong suit, having a soul is not.

Stay in your lane, as you always say.

Yet your military tank takes up the entire highway.

Don’t tell me I’m too sensitive when hearing the truth makes you squirm.

En Taro Adun, Professor! My Grades for Aiur! Doom to All Who Threaten My GPA!

 


Friday, October 16, 2026

Private Thurstun Wylson, Robb Sugar's Cellmate in "Marines Love Prison"

 


Logan Paul: a WWE Heat Magnet Who Gets Booed for All the Wrong Reasons...and He's Proud of It!

 


Brian Alvarez: Be Strong! Be Fit! Be...Anything but a Smug Douchebag Who Fat-Shames His Friends!

 


Max Caster: Sounds Less Like Immortal Technique and More Like an Alt-Right Troll