Mr. Jackson: The NPC Who Just Can’t Keep Up in Four Square You know those people who feel like they’re stuck on repeat? Like, every time you see them, they’re going to say the exact same thing? That’s Mr. Jackson. I swear, he’s like a real-life NPC, and every single time he steps into a Four Square game, it’s the same disaster over and over. He’s convinced he’s got the skills, but the guy can barely keep up, and every time he gets knocked out, he just mutters, “King’s luck,” as if that’s an actual excuse. The Same Lines, Over and Over Mr. Jackson is the king of unoriginality. He’s got about five phrases that he just cycles through as if he’s stuck on a loop. “Let’s focus up,” “Hustle out there,” or, my personal least favorite, “Back in my day...” If you’ve talked to him once, you’ve talked to him a hundred times. It’s like he’s programmed to spit out these little sayings without ever realizing how hollow they sound. He thinks they’re pearls of wisdom, but we all know they’re just filler. And the best part? He never notices how we’re all just standing there, nodding, waiting for him to finish. Four Square: A Complete Embarrassment And then there’s Four Square. Mr. Jackson struts into the court like he’s some kind of legend, but as soon as the game starts, it’s clear he has no idea what he’s doing. His moves are slow, his timing is all over the place, and his technique? Don’t even get me started. Every time he gets out, which is pretty much constantly, he just mutters, “King LS,” like that’s going to explain away his complete lack of skill. It’s like he thinks saying that line will somehow save him from looking like a fool. Spoiler alert: it doesn’t. Stuck in a Loop What’s wild is how he never changes. Every single time he’s there, he says the same things, plays the same terrible game, and walks away without ever learning a single thing. No improvement, no new ideas, just the same NPC routine on repeat. It’s like he’s programmed to keep making the same mistakes, running the same script. Honestly, Mr. Jackson feels like a warning of what happens when you stop trying and just settle into a routine. He’s stuck in his own little world of old catchphrases and failed Four Square games, and I really hope that’s not the fate for the rest of us.
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The lyrics evoke a sense of frustration and amusement, highlighting the absurdity of Mr. Jackson's repetitive nature and lack of self-awareness, while also serving as a cautionary tale about stagnation.
This song can be used in scenarios such as discussions about complacency in life, analysis of personality types in social settings, or critiques on repetitive behavior in games and sports.
The song employs a satirical approach, using clever wordplay and humorous anecdotes to criticize Mr. Jackson's repetitive behavior. The structure of the lyrics allows for a rhythmic flow typical of rap, engaging the listener with relatable and vivid imagery.
Girl cheating with dad I have no fucking word It's better to die Rather, living in this world Love brings cheat Sorrow in eye it mesmerizes me always when I look at sky that I believe in God But I believe he's high he loves watching Watching us cry
Couplet 1 : J'viens de la rue, là où tout est flou, Pas d'coup de chance, faut s'battre, faut faire le tout. T'as vu comment on vit, on rêve d'plaisir, Mais la route est dure, faut jamais faiblir. C’est pas qu'on t’prend pour un con, faut juste ouvrir les yeux, Pas de magie ici, faut charbonner pour des lieux. On t’parle de loyauté, mais c'est souvent la trahison, Faut pas t'attendre à d'l’amour dans cette condition. Refrain : T'as cru chuis qui, pour te donner des leçons ? J'ai mes rêves, j'ai mes démons, et j'les porte à fond. T'as cru chuis qui, tu voulais faire le boss ? T'as pas compris, j'suis déjà là, j'ai tout mis dans le dosage. Couplet 2 : On t'as vu poser, mais t’as pas vu l'arrière-plan, J'suis pas là pour faire le clown, mais pour marquer le temps. Faut que tu comprennes, y'a pas de place pour les faibles, Les faux-semblants, les mensonges, et les regards en miettes. On veut du cash, mais faut pas oublier l'essentiel, Les rêves peuvent s'effondrer, faut garder l'essentiel. T'as cru qu'on allait tomber ? Que ça allait finir là ? Mais tant qu'j'suis debout, crois-moi, rien n'va m'arrêter là. Refrain : T'as cru chuis qui, pour te donner des leçons ? J'ai mes rêves, j'ai mes démons, et j'les porte à fond. T'as cru chuis qui, tu voulais faire le boss ? T'as pas compris, j'suis déjà là, j'ai tout mis dans le dosage. Pont : La vie c’est pas du cinéma, on écrit nos propres lignes, Pas d’scriptes, pas d’acteurs, juste des rêves et des rimes. Si t'as pas d'vision, tu vas rester dans l'ombre, Mais si tu crois en toi, tu vois la lumière d'la bombe. Refrain : T'as cru chuis qui, pour te donner des leçons ? J'ai mes rêves, j'ai mes démons, et j'les porte à fond. T'as cru chuis qui, tu voulais faire le boss ? T'as pas compris, j'suis déjà là, j'ai tout mis dans le dosage.
[Intro] Yo, listen up, sab sun lo Mere dost Tanishq, main hoon yahan Har mushkil mein, har khushi mein Main tera saath hoon, yaar [Verse 1] Tanishq, mere bhai, tu hai mera pride Mere saath hai tu, joh bhi life Tere sapne mere sapne, tere gam mere gam Main hoon tera rock, tera partner in slam [Chorus] Mere dost Tanishq, main hoon yahan Tere liye, meri dosti ka ikraar hai Har mushkil mein, har khushi mein Main tera saath hoon, yaar [Verse 2] Tere har kadam pe, main hoon saath Tere har faislon mein, main hoon baath Tere sapne pura karne mein Main hoon tera strength, tera shield [Chorus] Mere dost Tanishq, main hoon yahan Tere liye, meri dosti ka ikraar hai Har mushkil mein, har khushi mein Main tera saath hoon, yaar [Outro] Tanishq, mere dost, tu hai mera hero Main hoon tera sidekick, tera zero Har mushkil mein, har khushi mein Main tera saath hoon, yaar.
ड षंड बंड कंड, राक्षसों का ये जंगल ब्रांड। अंधेरे में गूंजे डर की पुकार, भयानक हंसी, खून का स्वाद। अंड षंड बंड कंड, डर का साया, ये राक्षस लैंड। छुप जाओ, भागो, बचा लो जान, वरना बनोगे तुम शिकार! कंड जलाए, हवाएँ चीखें, बंड की गुफा में चिल्लाहटें दिखें। अंड के छिलकों से बंधी ये काया, षंड की आँखों में जलता है माया। अंड षंड बंड कंड, डर का साया, ये राक्षस लैंड। छुप जाओ, भागो, बचा लो जान, वरना बनोगे तुम शिकार! राक्षसों के पंजे, दाँतों के वार, चीर के रख दें, कलेजा उतार। कंड की राख से बनती हैं धार, अंड के छिलकों में छुपता अंधकार। अंड षंड बंड कंड, डर का साया, ये राक्षस लैंड। छुप जाओ, भागो, बचा लो जान, वरना बनोगे तुम शिकार! बंड की गूंज, कंड की आग, राक्षसों का ये खौफनाक राग। अंड से जन्म, षंड का नाश, भागो या बनो भय का इतिहास।
[Verse] In a little house where the laughter’s loud, Echoes of memories wrapped in a shroud, Gather ‘round the table, stories are told, Hearts intertwine tighter than gold. [Verse 2] Morning sun greets us with warmth and light, Love shines in the darkest night, Chasing shadows, we lift each other, Through thick and thin, we stand together. [Chorus] Family ties, stronger than steel, Every moment, every meal, Through the highs and the lows, This is where our love grows. [Verse 3] Through the years, seasons’ll change, Faces may age, but bonds rearrange, Roots run deep through joy and pain, In this circle, we remain. [Bridge] Holding hands, laughter and tears, Building memories over the years, Unspoken words, purest connection, Together facing life's intersection. [Chorus] Family ties, stronger than steel, Every moment, every meal, Through the highs and the lows, This is where our love grows.
[Verse] Yeah, I’m on a mission, got that fire in my soul, हर कदम उठाऊं, बस मंजिल मेरी हो। Nights spent grinding, mornings on the hustle, Dreams in my pocket, like a tight bundle. [Verse 2] घंटो बिताए, ना कोई आराम, मेरा रुकना मुमकिन, अब ना कोई काम। Grinding on the pavement, striving to be prime, Head held high, top of the climb. [Chorus] Chasing dreams, never gonna stop, दिन में मेहनत, रात को hop. Life’s a melody, मैं इसे बजाऊं, ऊंचाई पर जाकर, तिरंगा फहराऊं। [Verse 3] Success on my mind, never any doubt, तुफान भी आए, मैं फिर भी ना टूटूंगा। पल पल मेहनत, ना किसी से झूठ, Facing every challenge, no matter how brute. [Bridge] कभी हार, कभी जीत, यही जिन्दगी की रीत, Every fall teaches, every rise speaks. रसते में कांटे हैं, फिर भी चलना है, हौसले से बढ़कर, बस आगे बढ़ना है। [Chorus] Chasing dreams, never gonna stop, दिन में मेहनत, रात को hop. Life’s a melody, मैं इसे बजाऊं, ऊंचाई पर जाकर, तिरंगा फहराऊं।
[Chorus] I'm getting tired of this Lunchly taking hits They roast me on their clips Watch the drama as it flips Big egos they say But you know how it sticks 40 million views But can't dodge when it drips [Verse 1] I got my Prime But now it's all delayed They beg for kits But the shelves are bare, dismayed Tried to sell that Lunchly But the critics got it made For my haters? I just laugh As they twist the blade [Pre-Chorus] Whoa-oh-oh This is how the drama grows Whoa-oh-oh I guess this is how the drama shows [Verse 2] From the tweet To the spat To the kit To the chat Why so mad? Ain’t no fact You're just salty, that’s a wrap See, I believe that this Lunchly’s a hit But you're stuck in that bitter kit While I’m laughing through the skits [Chorus] Whoa-oh-oh This is how the drama grows Whoa-oh-oh I guess this is how the drama goes
[Verse] Deception drippin', pleasure turned poison Honeyed words, a love that's noison Serpents whisper, the heart feels treason Blindfolded eyes, can't see the reason [Verse 2] Cup of wine, laced with bitterness Sweet on the lips, but nothin' but distress Mask of love, pure falseness Lies intertwine in a sweet caress [Chorus] Pleasure and poison, deceit on the rise Lust in disguise, nothin' but lies Seductive song, love's cruel demise Blinded hearts, tears in their eyes [Verse 3] Allure so strong, it's toxic in nature Promises fade, reality's danger Venomous touch, faker than a wager Heartbreak hits, turn love into anger [Bridge] Whispers soft but the touch is deceit Pleasure’s façade, poison beneath Romance turned warfare on these streets Trust turned blade, betrayal's feast [Verse 4] Love's labyrinth, you're lost in a maze Sweetness fades, burnt in the haze Passion flickers, then it's ablaze Gaze in the mirror, lost in the daze
Yo, Jill, you think you're flexin' on me? But your classroom's a joke, what a catastrophe. Teachin' like a ho who just can't get it right, You ugly as hell, not a single spark in sight. Your lessons bomb harder than your makeup, C'mon, bitch, you need a whole new wakeup. A dead husband, now that's a poor excuse, But your ugly-ass face? That's just pure abuse. Tryna act all tough, but you ain't a thug, In a world full of stars, you're just a dirty mug. Countin' pennies, can't cash in, what a shame, Your bank account's drier than your love game. You rollin' in the dust, ain't makin' no bank, A crusty ass teacher, you got no rank. Sayin' you teachin' —nah, you just complain, Your whole vibe's whack, you bring the pain.
