For @Watchit39

(Verse 1)
Yo, listen up, I got a story to tell,
'Bout a dude named Watchit, caught up in a spell,
He's obsessed with this raptor, goes by Vergence,
But he's feelin' blue, ain't gettin' no reverence.

Tried to switch it up, with a blue hue,
But everyone's laughin', sayin' "déjà vu."
Claimin' he's original, with his own flair,
But it's clear to see, he's just caught in a snare.

(Chorus)
I'm not blue Vergence bro, can't you see?
Got my own style, unique pedigree.
But they keep on laughin', won't let me go,
I'm standin' tall, though they think I'm low.

(Verse 2)
Got comics, got fanart, tryna prove 'em wrong,
But the comparisons, they just prolong.
Watchit's in denial, can't face the truth,
That his blue raptor's just a knockoff, uncouth.

But he's standin' firm, in his own belief,
Won't let the haters bring him grief.
Though the jokes keep flyin', he'll never bow,
Claimin' his spot, he's the king right now.

(Chorus)
I'm not blue Vergence bro, can't you see?
Got my own style, unique pedigree.
But they keep on laughin', won't let me go,
I'm standin' tall, though they think I'm low.

(Bridge)
In this world full of clones, I'll be the standout,
With my own identity, I'll never handout.
Got dreams to chase, and goals to pursue,
I'm not just a shadow, I'm me through and through.

(Chorus)
I'm not blue Vergence bro, can't you see?
Got my own style, unique pedigree.
But they keep on laughin', won't let me go,
I'm standin' tall, though they think I'm low.

(Outro)
So remember my name, it's Watchit, you know,
I'm not just a copy, I'm ready to grow.
With my blue raptor swag, I'll make my mark,
And show the world, I'm no walk in the park.

I'm Not Blue Vergence Bro

Original ringtone: Blue smoke
Brand: Nokia
Composer: Hannu af Ursin
Arranger: @wwhhooami
https://wwhhooami.bandcamp.com

wwhhooami - Purple Smoke

Oh, Tommy!

From my new album World Of Dweebs, out now! 
Double Vinyl available here: https://grahamkartna.bandcamp.com/album/world-of-dweebs 
YT Animated Visualizer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xdIkZrviTQM
Spotify Link: https://open.spotify.com/album/2yq8cESXiZyYk5onieXIui

Velmas Daphnes/Velmas Viru Gate

March of Disharmony __ Reality Compromised OST __ [ROBLOX]

DOESNT MATTER (Instrumental)

Damn it feels good to be a homo
A real homo-ass queer plays his boys right
A real homo-ass queer don’t run that lip,
‘Cause a real homo-ass queer makes that ass grip.

And these dudes always gotta high-cap,
Talkin’ ‘bout how they “smash” but they bootie's don't clap,
Real homo-ass queers don’t show off shit,
‘Cause they know every boy wanna ride this dick.

And everything’s smooth in the mind of a homo,
‘Cause homo-ass queers dick deep —
Up three-sixty-five, twenty-four stayin’ freaks,
Baby we don’t nap, and our butts don't queef.

And all I gotta say to you
Wannabe, kinda-be, closet-gay hetero,
When the lights go down, what the fuck you gonna do?
Damn it feels good to be a homo.

Damn it feels good to be a homo,
Crackin’ poppers, butt boys open wide,
Struttin’ real smooth with my harness tight,
In the back of the club, nuttin' deep inside.

Damn it feels good to be a homo —
The type that’ll you'll take and you'll blow,
Ridin’ ‘round town in a pink drop-top ride,
Dick print loud and my boys spread wide.

Now homo-ass queers come in all shapes and flavors,
Some got caught up in the past,
But this homo here is a smart one —
Keepin’ it dirty, boy, I won't last.

And all I gotta say to you
Wannabe, gonna be, closeted gays,
When the nightclubs close, what the fuck you gonna do?
Damn it feels good to be a homo.

Damn it feels good to be a homo,
A real homo-ass queers knows how to lay,
Real homo-ass queers get the tightest of boys —
Just ask lil’ Jake how I wrecked him today.

Now boys look at homo-ass queers like a red light —
Playin’ coy with that “straight” routine,
But catch ‘em all alone, get the digits, take him home —
And end up wreckin’ the boy nice and clean.

‘Cause homo-ass queers are the real playas —
Everything’s discreet with the clique,
A homo-ass queers ties the rope and cuffs tight —
And his crew ain’t snitchin’ ‘bout shit.

Real homo-ass queers keep it tight —
All ya hear’s the lube and a loud slap,
And real homo-ass queers don’t run for shit —
‘Cause honey, we know how to ride that lap.

Now when you out there talkin’ shit — bring that ass,
Step into my room, I’ll spank ya fast,
But queers like me sip wine while you moan,
‘Cause damn it feels good to wreck a homo.

And now, a word from the president:
Damn it feels good to be a homo —
Gettin’ sworn in with my cock out,
Boys of the world down on all fours,
While officials bend ‘em over in the back of the house.

So every now and then I owe a favor, lay it thick,
Like sneakin’ a boy’s digits to get that dick,
Then sendin’ him straight to my bed, stretched out and lubed —
So I can bust deep inside ‘til he’s used.

So voters of the world, keep supportin’ me —
And I promise to take you very far,
Other leaders better not upset me —
Or I’ll send a million queers to your bar.

To all you “allies” that helped me win,
I sincerely wanna thank you —
‘Cause now I got the world bent over my lap,
And damn it feels good to be a homo.

Damn it feels good to be a homo

[Intro]
Uh-huh…
Where my brain-dead mudskippers at?
SLOOOORP…
pop pop pop
You ain’t thinkin’ — just sinkin’.

[Verse 1]
You belly-crawlin’ cretin, covered head to toe in crud,
Brain softer than the slop you guzzlin’, drowning in the mud.
Mouth wide open — yeah, suck up that slime,
Your IQ’s in decline, straight negative nine.

You blowin’ mud bubbles — POP! — now that’s a thought,
Last brain cell left, let that lil' bastard rot.
You squishin’ through the filth, like a slug on a quest,
But your quest for intelligence? Man, just give it a rest.

[Pre-Chorus]
Slurp it up, don’t choke on that muck,
Synapses fried — yeah, you fresh outta luck!

[Chorus]
Stuck in the grime with a thousand-yard glare,
Brain flatlined — there’s nothing in there,
Slorpin' sludge but you ain't no winner
Slop on your lips now, yeah, you a Mud-Skipper

[Verse 2]
You dumb as ditchwater — a biological mistake,
Evolution saw you comin’ and yanked the emergency brake.
No spine, no pride, just a flop in the filth,
Even tadpoles point and laugh at your lack of skills.

You be croakin’, gaspin’, wallowin’ low,
Mud on your tongue with nothin’ to show.
Cognitive bankruptcy — you overdraft that brain,
And still show up smilin’, drippin’ sludge down the drain.

[Bridge] (breakdown, screaming)
Bubble-blowin’ FOOL!
Muck-suckin’ DROOL!
Slime-coated MAGGOT!
Mud-slingin' F*GGOT!

Yeah — roll in that sludge you degenerate freak,
Your thoughts ain’t deep — they shallow and weak!

[Chorus]
Trudgin’ through filth with that dopey-eyed glare,
Neurons all dead — not a thought to spare,
Covered in grime, yeah you drip like a dripper,
Sludge on your chin now, yeah, you a Mud-Skipper.

[Verse 3]
You slorp through the swamp with no purpose or plan,
Half-evolved critter — barely even a man.
Floppin’ in puddles while your neurons stall,
It ain't hard to see that you can’t think at all

Chuggin’ that muck like a Michelin meal,
Face caked in dirt, it's hard to believe that you real.
You ain’t learn a damn thing since the day you were born,
runnin' circles in the mud while your neurons mourn.

[Chorus]
Crawlin’ through muck with that blank dumb stare,
Brain long gone — just stale swamp air,
Drippin’ dumb filth from your jaw to your flipper,
Bottom of the pond now, yeah, you a Mud-Skipper.

[Outro] (taunting)
Lil’ swamp freak, keep slorpin’ that clay,
You ain’t got a single coherent thing to say.
MUD SKIPPER…
Yeah — welcome to the bottom of the gene pool, motherfucker.
Mud-Skipper.

I'm Not Blue Vergence Bro

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