Get Rekt (Roast Yourself Challenge)

(The first verse) :
This dude used to have fans
But then his content got stale
All you post these days are just ten styles of fail

We have a loser in the building
Your channelʼs a mess
This drummerʼs on drugs
If he thinks his beats are fresh

Youʼre like the pewdiepie of metal
Except your views are trash
Half as funny, half as trendy
Nowhere near the cash

Itʼs surprising you get views at all
With that hideous face
Hereʼs an eleventh kind of breakdown
Itʼs called 'youʼre a huge disgrace’

(Pre-Chorus) :
Your music is lame and your jokes are junk
Leave the metal to the big boys
And the pizza to pop-punk

(Chorus) :
Get wrecked !!
Get wrecked !!
Get wrecked !!

(The second verse) :
Drummers say this, guitars say that
Why donʼt you do something thatʼs not entry level crap ?

Your best work is behind you
Itʼs come and went
I mean, come on ! All your djent songs
They donʼt even djent

Now tell me whatʼs the deal with the hat ?
Youʼre trying to be like Fred Durst ?
We all know that you wear one ʼcause your hairline is the worst

Who you trying to fool ?
Youʼre just a balding tool
A big pool of drool
Whoʼs trying to stay cool

You ran out of ideas before you even started
Is that a new Jared Dines song ?
Nope
Somebody farted

Youʼll never find the brown note
Because you canʼt even play
All your stuff is talentless
Fake and g@y

(Speaking) :
'Like, do you even djent, bro ?
Ha ! Yeah, right
I bet you canʼt even play five-eleven timing
Hahaha ! What a loser.'

Youʼre a disgrace

*Solo*

(The third verse) :
Youʼre just a hardcore kid who never grew out of his scene phase
Playing all the same riffs that you did back in the old days

Think of something fresh for once
Quit copying Alonge
We all know youʼre just a grade
Rip off of frog leap

You wouldnʼt be where you are if not for Rob Scalon
Those collabs are the only reason that you have fans
You may have passed him quickly in subs and content
Itʼs just too bad you canʼt seem to match him with talent

Itʼs hard to understand a single word you say
Your playing is the weakest thing Iʼve ever heard all day
Thereʼs nothing attractive about your voice
No wonder your demographic is ninety procent boys

(Chorus) :
Get wrecked !!
Get wrecked !!
Get wrecked !!

(Outroduction) :
It doesnʼt change much to be the cookie monster
Iʼd be angry, too, if I made no money from sponsors
By the way dude, I think itʼs time you changed your shirt
Your clothes are like your content
Covered in dirt

To sum it up your music is a joke
Next time you sing a line I hope you choke
Give up on your dreams
Youʼre just a lesser Stevie T
I only watch you now because thereʼs nothing on TV

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