May I have your attention please? I'm not afraid (I'm not afraid) To have a seizure (to have a seizure) Everybody (everybody) Come take my nose (come take my nose) We'll walk through Sesame Street together, through the storm Whatever weather, cold or warm His noses are long, hairs none existence, GYATTs are smelly There's food on his bucket already, Eminem's boreana He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready to have a seizure, But he keeps on forgetting what he wrote down, And I am, skibidi toilet If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news everyday I am Radio won't even play my jam 'Cause I am, skibidi toilet If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news everyday I am I don't know it's just the way I am You better diarrhea You own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to have a seizure This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo You better diarrhea You own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to have a seizure This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo So lets go back Follow the Tik Tok as we go on another episode Journey with me as I take you through Sesame Street I once used to call home sweet home Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the underground now And when I'm gone, just have a seizure, don't mourn Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my long noses Just know that I'm looking down on you dying And I didn't feel a thing, So baby don't feel no pain Just diarrhea And when he's gone, just have a seizure, don't mourn Rejoice every time you hear the sound of his none existence hairs Just know that he's looking down on you mewing And his didn't feel a thing, So baby don't feel no pain Just diarrhea in your bucket.
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The lyrics convey a chaotic mix of emotions, blending humor, introspection, and a hint of existentialism. There's a playful absurdity present, combined with an underlying commentary on anxiety and the pressure of expectations.
This song can be applied in various scenarios such as social media content creation, particularly on platforms like TikTok where humorous and absurd themes are popular. It also resonates with audiences looking for entertainment that combines nostalgia (Sesame Street) with contemporary issues (mental health references).
The song features a blend of surreal imagery and catchy hooks typical of hip hop. Its structure includes repetitive phrases, creating an infectious rhythm. The varied meter and playful language contribute to its comedic undertone, while the references to pop culture anchor it in contemporary relevance.
Title: For My Family (Chorus) Yeah, my name is Dino, livin’ life on a low, Smokin’ on that green, gotta hustle, gotta grow. Wifey by my side, our dogs rollin’ deep, Anything for them, yeah, I’d lose sleep. (Verse 1) Ayo, wake up to the grind, sun peekin’ through the blinds, Countin’ up the blessings, man, I’m blessed with my finds. Got the love of my life, she’s my queen, she’s my rock, In this world of chaos, we’re the ones who don’t stop. Yeah, I’m slangin’ that green, but it’s more than just a hustle, Buildin’ up our dreams, flexin’ all the muscle. Life ain’t easy, but we laugh through the strife, Every blunt that I light, I’m ignitin’ our life. (Chorus) Yeah, my name is Dino, livin’ life on a low, Smokin’ on that green, gotta hustle, gotta grow. Wifey by my side, our dogs rollin’ deep, Anything for them, yeah, I’d lose sleep. (Verse 2) Night falls, city lights, but my heart’s lit with hope, Got my crew by my side, watch us rise, we gon’ cope. Dreams of bigger things, can’t let the past define, Cuz with every step I take, it’s a chance to realign. Yeah, we party in the kitchen, laughter fills the air, Chasin’ American dreams, yeah, we livin' without a care. From the block to the top, I’m grinding with my team, Wifey, pups, and me, livin’ out the dream. (Chorus) Yeah, my name is Dino, livin’ life on a low, Smokin’ on that green, gotta hustle, gotta grow. Wifey by my side, our dogs rollin’ deep, Anything for them, yeah, I’d lose sleep. (Bridge) Every single moment, holdin’ on like it's gold, In a world so cold, our love never grows old. Through the rain and the pain, we rise up and shine, With you in my life, every struggle’s by design. (Outro) So here’s to the nights, dreams, and the plans, Livin’ life for my family, together hand in hand. From the streets to the sky, we’ll always compete, Yeah, I’m Dino, baby, I’ll never know defeat. (Chorus) Yeah, my name is Dino, livin’ life on a low, Smokin’ on that green, gotta hustle, gotta grow. Wifey by my side, our dogs rollin’ deep, Anything for them, yeah, I’d lose sleep.
(Verse 1) Every game, every night, I’m the one they call, When it’s crunch time, I’m givin’ my all. On the court, in the field, under stadium lights, I’m the star player, ready for the challenge ahead. Pressure’s on, but I stay calm and composed, When it’s time to shine, I’m the one they trust. From the first whistle to the final sound, I’m the MVP, making my team proud. (Chorus) And you'll be left in the dust, unless I stuck by ya, I'm the star player. I think the team would be too much, And you'll be left in the dust, unless I stuck by ya, I'm the star player, star player. (Verse 2) From practice drills to highlight reels, Every victory feels surreal. Got the fire in my eyes, the game in my veins, When I step on the field, I break the chains. Every opponent knows my name and fears, In life’s game, I push through gears. With every shot, every pass, each play, I’m the star player, I lead the way. (Chorus) And you'll be left in the dust, unless I stuck by ya, I'm the star player. I think the team would be too much, And you'll be left in the dust, unless I stuck by ya, I'm the star player, star player. (Verse 3) Been through struggle, fought through pain, Now standing tall, yeah, I’m in my lane. Setbacks were setups for my rise, Now hitting my stride, I see it in their eyes. They doubted me, said I’d never make it, Now at the top, they wish they knew. From streets to stage, my story’s real, I’m the star player, got that champion feel. (Chorus) And you'll be left in the dust, unless I stuck by ya, I'm the star player. I think the team would be too much, And you'll be left in the dust, unless I stuck by ya, I'm the star player, star player. (Bridge) From locker room talks to championship dreams, In every victory, my passion screams. Earned my spot through blood, sweat, tears, In the hall of fame, I conquer fears. Every cheer, every chant fuels my soul, As star player, I’m reaching my goal. With my name on their lips, I shine bright, In the spotlight, I own the night. (Verse 4) Cruising through the city, world in my hands, From courts to clubs, everybody understands. I’m the star player, changed the game, Every record I break, they remember my name. From hard times to bright lights of fame, Showed ‘em all, there’s power in the name. With heart of a lion and strength of a beast, I’m the star player, never accepting defeat. (Chorus) And you'll be left in the dust, unless I stuck by ya, I'm the star player. I think the team would be too much, And you'll be left in the dust, unless I stuck by ya, I'm the star player, star player.
I still see Kyle with his soup in my dreams, Slurping all the broth, ignoring my screams. Thought it was a joke, but it’s deeper, it seems— Now I’m trapped in Kyle’s soup-themed schemes. I have soup dreams, Kyle slurps and he stirs, He stole all the broth, yeah, that’s what I’ve heard. My spoon is empty, my cries go unheard, Kyle’s soup obsession is truly absurd. Kyle walked in with a bowl so wide, Chicken noodle splashing like a soup landslide. I asked for a taste, but he shot me a glare, Said, “Get your own soup, don’t you even dare.” From ramen noodles to beefy stews, Kyle’s got a soup stash that he’ll never lose. His locker smells like minestrone dreams, But he’s the soup king, and I’m stuck downstream. Kyle’s got the stock, the spice, the thyme and bay leaf. While I’m out here, just drowning in grief. I have soup dreams, Kyle slurps and he stirs, He stole all the broth, yeah, that’s what I’ve heard. My spoon is empty, my cries go unheard, Kyle’s soup obsession is truly absurd. Kyle won’t share his tomato bisque. I asked one time, and he took the risk— To eat the whole bowl right in my face, Kyle’s soup stash is his sacred space. I tried to sneak a sip of his chowder, But he caught me quick and said, “Soup’s my power!” Now I’m stuck, just dreaming at night, Of soup-filled days when the sharing was right. I still see Kyle with his soup in my dreams, Slurping all the broth, ignoring my screams. Thought it was a joke, but it’s deeper, it seems— Now I’m trapped in Kyle’s soup-themed schemes.
Es ist ein Mario in einem kleinen Land, er ging mit Meister Eder an seiner hand, der kleine Pumuckel kam damit nicht zurecht, ja dem Mario dem kleinen kobold ja dem ging es so schlecht. er lag im bett und heulte den ganzen tag, weil er nicht bekam was er wollte, egal an welchem tag. Die rothaarige gestalt mit dem fahrid bang hit, der sich jeden morgen mit dem kater stritt, ja doch toni, der war so richtig brav, weshalb ich mario das kobold vieh versklav.
Ayo, we’re not here to hide, we’re here to thrive, 20 kills or nothing, let’s keep the dream alive. Drop hot, straight to the fight, Tilted or Mega, it’s a savage sight. Pick up a pump, SMG on my hip, Shield up quick, I’m ready to rip. First blood’s mine, catch ‘em in the open, Build up high, now the lobby’s broken. Every shot’s clean, I’m a one-man team, Spray through the walls like a Fortnite dream. Drop 20 bombs, light up the field, You’re in my sights, better grab a shield. I’m stacking loot, you’re stacking regrets, Victory’s mine, and you’re losing the bet. Box fight master, edits so fast, Double edit down, you won’t even last. Gold Scar poppin’, sniper in hand, Peek once, boom, sent back to the land. Rotation’s tight, rift to the zone, W key pressed, I’m always in the zone. Squads wiped clean, solos get fried, Leave a trail of builds in the storm you died. Drop 20 bombs, light up the field, You’re in my sights, better grab a shield. I’m stacking loot, you’re stacking regrets, Victory’s mine, and you’re losing the bet. Cranking 90s to the height, what a view, I see the last squad; I’m coming for you. Shockwave in, straight to the fight, Make the whole lobby wish they said goodnight. 20 kills up, crown’s on my head, Another Victory Royale, nothing else said. From the drop to the end, I gave it my all, You don’t want the smoke when I’m on the call.
Dearest Alma Mater Western Wayne Through ages we'll praise thy name With pride and joy, We'll cherish Thee. In our young hearts Forever you'll be! A future so bright To us you gave, The perils you taught us How to brave. May your colors shine, bright and bold Be our guiding light, Precious black and gold. We all pledge our loyalty to thee Eternally Western Wayne!
"Broke & Boujee" (Verse 1) I’m walkin’ down the aisle, doin’ math in my brain, Ramen in my cart, keepin’ costs real tame. Gotta choose between chicken or the beef, When your money’s runnin’ low, every dollar's a relief. I got that store brand cereal, it’s the same, don’t you know? No-name pasta, it’s the star of the show. A dollar ninety-nine, that’s a meal for the week, I’m the thrifty chef, every dish is unique! (Pre-Chorus) Living paycheck to paycheck, you know the deal, Turnin’ nothin’ into somethin’, it’s a budget meal. Beans and rice, rice and beans, keep it cheap and clean, I’m a low-income legend, got my kitchen routine. (Chorus) I’m broke and boujee, eatin’ like a king on a dime, Stretchin’ every penny, I’m the chef of hard times. Top Ramen with some hot sauce, that’s a feast, When you’re ballin’ on a budget, every bite is a treat. Broke and boujee, doin’ what I can, Living large on a small-budget plan. (Verse 2) Canned tuna, canned corn, and that mac and cheese, I’m a master of survival, just doin’ what I please. Frozen veggies, on sale, throw ‘em in a pot, Add some spices, make it taste red hot. Got that EBT, yeah, you know me, I’m a savvy shopper, living thrifty. Turnin’ scraps into gourmet, watch me flip, Got my apron on tight, I’m the budget food whip. (Pre-Chorus) Living on the edge, got no room for waste, Repurposin’ leftovers, don’t let ‘em go to waste. Rice cakes, peanut butter, that’s my snack, When you’re low on funds, you gotta bounce back. (Chorus) I’m broke and boujee, eatin’ like a king on a dime, Stretchin’ every penny, I’m the chef of hard times. Top Ramen with some hot sauce, that’s a feast, When you’re ballin’ on a budget, every bite is a treat. Broke and boujee, doin’ what I can, Living large on a small-budget plan. (Bridge) Dollar store dinners, but we make ‘em gourmet, You’d think I’m five-star, but it’s minimum pay. From pantry to plate, it’s a frugal display, A low-budget feast, that’s how we slay! (Chorus) I’m broke and boujee, eatin’ like a king on a dime, Stretchin’ every penny, I’m the chef of hard times. Top Ramen with some hot sauce, that’s a feast, When you’re ballin’ on a budget, every bite is a treat. Broke and boujee, doin’ what I can, Living large on a small-budget plan. (Outro) So here’s to the folks on that low-income grind, We’re the kings and queens of the coupon find. Doesn’t matter what’s in the fridge, we’ll make it shine, ‘Cause when you’re broke and boujee, you still dine fine.
[Verse] City lights are burning bright In the alley Outta sight We dance with shadows in the night Against the grind We take flight [Verse 2] Concrete dreams mix with steam Neon nights We chase the gleam Sidewalk stories Wild and free In this urban symphony [Chorus] We rise above the noise and streets Where heartbeats blend with beats In the jungle made of steel We hustle hard We keep it real [Verse 3] Graffiti tales on the wall Echoes of the street call We stand tall Never fall Every struggle We recall [Bridge] In the heart of this machine Living life unseen Together we can dream Hustle is our theme [Chorus] We rise above the noise and streets Where heartbeats blend with beats In the jungle made of steel We hustle hard We keep it real
[Verse] Maestro on the track, baton spin, start conductin' Instruments in sync, symphony eruptin' Violins and cellos, basses pluck the strings Brass blowin' hard, woodwinds hittin' things [Verse 2] Prancin' through the notes, crescendos risin' tall Oboe solos wail, harp strings craftin' walls Movement three, allegro, feet tap, fingers snap Mozart in the mix, Beethoven bridge the gap [Chorus] Fingers on them keys, ivories dance divine Orchestra be swayin', melodies combine Rhythms interlockin', every note precise Classical rap fusion, blendin' sounds so nice [Verse 3] Piccolo flutters, percussion poundin' fierce Timpani be rollin', no note reverse Clarinet whispers low, sly, smooth croon Symphonic synergy, under grand moon [Bridge] Conductin’ wild flow, baton cuts the air Audience in awe, every sound laid bare Interweave the timbres, bring harmony to life Classical meets the streets, cut through the strife [Chorus] Fingers on them keys, ivories dance divine Orchestra be swayin', melodies combine Rhythms interlockin', every note precise Classical rap fusion, blendin' sounds so nice
From Tel Aviv to Ramallah's streets, Two lands divided, where history beats. But under neon lights, they meet, McDonald’s tables, taking a seat. Palestinians, Israelis, once apart, Now sharing fries, heart to heart. In a place where borders blur, Hope begins with what’s simple and sure. Big Macs shared, where peace can grow, Israel and Palestine, let it show. Burgers stacked, and fries to share, A taste of unity, beyond despair. Beef patties sizzle, buns so warm, In this spot, no need for alarm. Tomatoes, lettuce, pickles stacked, A shared bite, no history hacked. Talking softly, stories blend, Finding a new way, old wounds mend. With each sip of soda’s fizz, There’s laughter, love – that’s what this is. Golden arches, a simple sign, A place where peace begins to shine. From Jerusalem’s stone to Gaza’s shore, They come together, asking for more. Big Mac sauce, tangy and bright, Tasting hope in every bite. Palestinians, Israelis see, Peace can start with you and me. Big Macs shared, where peace can grow, Israel and Palestine, let it show. Burgers stacked, and fries to share, A taste of unity, beyond despair. Families laugh, tables clink, Differences fade with every drink. Sharing nuggets, sharing space, In this moment, there’s a trace, Of peace unfolding, side by side, No longer foes, with nothing to hide. As the night falls and lights gleam, Under McDonald’s roof, a dream. Palestinians, Israelis break the chain, Finding peace in a meal so plain. Big Macs shared, where peace can grow, Israel and Palestine, let it show. Burgers stacked, and fries to share, A taste of unity, beyond despair.
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(Verse 1) Many men, many men, rollin' the dice, Many men strategize, but they’re not precise. Many men swing swords, missin' the mark, Many men lose troops to a dragon’s spark. Many men get loud, screamin’ in the chat, Many men blame luck when their plans go splat. Many men plot big but fall apart, Many men rage quit before they start. (Chorus) Oh, many men, chaos on the field, Many men, their fates are sealed. From Total War to laughs galore, Many men keep comin’ back for more. (Verse 2) Many men, many men, takin’ dumb risks, One guy’s army eaten by giant fists. Many men panic when their flanks get hit, Many men yell, “This game’s total shit!” Many men blame lag, their keyboards clack, Many men swear they’ll never come back. But many men reload, it’s all in the game, Total War madness, they’ll do it again. (Chorus) Oh, many men, chaos on the field, Many men, their fates are sealed. From Total War to laughs galore, Many men keep comin’ back for more.
