Lyrics

(Intro: Mocking, Spoken)
Oh, here he comes again, yapping like a broken fan.
Words so empty, they float like spam.
Sit down, buddy, take a number—wait your turn,
Your nonsense is a fire, but I’m watching it burn.

(Heavy drop: distorted 808s and glitchy bass)

(Verse 1: Aggressive, Rhythmic)
You’re the king of the toxic parade,
Got a throne made of gaslighting and lemonade.
Preaching your lies like a late-night host,
But the only one laughing is your sad little ghost.

(Drums punch harder here, like crashing metal)
I’d grab popcorn for your pity show,
But your drama’s stale, man, it’s gotta go.
Your words hit like wet spaghetti on the floor,
Keep knockin’, but I ain’t answering the door.

(Pre-break: Glitchy, robotic vocal chop leading into the chorus)

(Chorus: Screamed, Chaotic)
Toxic man, diluted to the core,
Talking so loud, but you’re such a bore.
Blah blah blah, what a joke you’ve become,
Your words don’t hit—they’re as dull as they come.

(Drop with distorted sub-bass, crashing percussions, and sharp, screaming synths)

(Verse 2: Quick, Witty, Aggressive Flow)
Your ego’s so big, it needs a leash,
Yet your brain’s on vacation in some far-off beach.
(Beat shifts to a grimy, glitchy synth melody)
You rant and rave like a discount clown,
But I’m hitting mute, can’t bring me down.

I’d tell you the truth, but you won’t hear,
You’re trapped in your bubble, drinking your own fear.
You think you’re the star of this life we share,
But newsflash, buddy: nobody cares.

(Break with siren-like synths and echoed bass, slowing into a distorted growl)

(Chorus: Intense, Hypnotic)
Toxic man, diluted to the core,
Talking so loud, but you’re such a bore.
Blah blah blah, what a joke you’ve become,
Your words don’t hit—they’re as dull as they come.

(Heavy bass drop with stuttered drums and glitched vocal snippets)

(Bridge: Spoken Sarcasm with Minimal Beat)
Oh, wait! Let me pretend I care for a sec,
Nah, I’m good—here’s my respect (drops it).
Your voice is like nails on a chalkboard tune,
I’d rather vibe with silence in an empty room.

(Beat picks back up with heavier percussion and chaotic synth growls)

(Breakdown: Screamed, Chaotic)
Blah blah blah, I’ve heard it before,
Your words are a snooze, yeah, they make me snore.
Keep talkin’ that talk, keep throwin’ that shade,
While I sip my tea in the throne I made.

(Screeching synths and distorted bass explode with aggressive energy)

(Final Chorus: Dark, Dominant)
Toxic man, diluted to the core,
Talking so loud, but you’re such a bore.
Blah blah blah, what a joke you’ve become,
Your words don’t hit—they’re as dull as they come.

(Outro: Fading, Metallic Echoes and Laughing Vocal Adlibs)
So go ahead, man, keep spinning your tale,
But your ship’s sinking, it’s already failed.
I’m outta here, got better things to do,
Like watch paint dry—it’s more thrilling than you.

(Beat fades into glitchy static, leaving a sinister, lingering hum)