Lyrics

I don’t know what to call this song help me name it by commenting and subscribe. Soooo Here we go

Verse 1) Alyssa Mercante, oh what a shame, Failed journalist, can't even play the game, Worked for Kotaku, what a joke, Couldn't keep up, now she's broke. She tried to be woke, but that couldn’t help her as she was skittle poked, Couldn't find a job, now she's expired, Skittled and fired, so she has to impose then watch her ass get exposed.

(Chorus)
Alyssa Mercante, such a mess, Can't even make it as a journalist, Failed at every turn, now she's stressed, Wondering how she'll pay her rent next I guess skittled like the rest.

(Verse 2)

Alyssa Mercante, what a foolish plan, Tried to sue Smash JT with a Go fund me scam, Woke law firm she hired, couldn't get her way, Failed attempt, now she's left to pay. She thought she'd win, but it was clear, That her case was weak, just like her body is tattooed with shit streaks, No one cared, so she tried to escalate, Contact his wife, tell her to leave her mate. But it backfired, now she's in deep, Doxed his home, that's not very sweet, She thought she was smart, but it's evident, She forgets the gamers are a regiment, will stop on her ass like a elephant.

[Verse 3]

Alyssa Mercante, such a coward, Tried to provoke gamers, but ended up getting devoured, Vara Dark took up her challenge, ready to fight, But Alyssa ran away, cause she knew she couldn’t really fight. She thought she was tough, could take on anyone, But when faced with reality, she runs off like a chicken in what’s that kids show, o yeah I remember it’s called chicken run.
Her words came back to haunt her, now she's feeling blue, So she plays that skittle game where Neil Druckmann bangs that skittled dude.

(Outro)

The moral of the story is clear, Don't mess with gamers, they'll jam your skittles straight up your rear. Till all you want to do Alyssa is disappear. Before gamers destroy your next career. Take your skittle shit and get the hell out of here!