Stop Rapping Please

Hey everybody, Chris Ray Gun here
I've noticed a lot of Australian white women trying their hands at cringy, political rap
So I thought I'd give it a go too

[Verse 1]
Nice job with this political cringe
Do you even understand what a syllable is?
Granted, you're not me: a lyrical whiz
But your rhyme scheme's downright pitiful, kid

We're online, where everyone gets a ton of abuse
Everyday my comments section puts my head through a noose
And that's fine, 'cause I know most probably won't reproduce
But that's beside the point, 'cause right now my focus is you

[Verse 2]
It's not particularly difficult to cleverly rhyme
You don't need a studio in Beverly or on Vine
And I'm not gonna lie, it helps not to be white
But I'm mostly Puerto Rican, so I think I'm alright

Privilege is something everyone has
Whether your dad's at home or in Alcatraz
If you're short, tall, white, black, skinny, or fat
Even Danny Devito's got stacks of fat cash

[Verse 3]
The simplification of complex topics
Into things hollow enough for Logan Paul to vlog it
Speaks volumes of your simpleness, volumes of your knowledge
Your IQ's as high as an electric socket

But listen, the vision that you're try'na achieve
Ain't coming to fruition through a corporate sleaze
Using poorly made raps to convince and appease
Do you think my rap is winning favor for me?

[Verse 4]
Are you convinced by my arguments because I can rhyme?
Are you swayed to my side, 'cause every line sounds nice?
No, of course not, get your mind realigned
'Cause the last thing we need is Le Tigre retried

I'm gay and I'm here to say
Everybody, please fucking stop with these horrendous raps
I'm being genuine here
Nobody likes them, no one is convinced by them
Everyone just looks at them and just thinks you're trying to be hip and cool by using rap to connect with young people
It's transparent, it's dumb, it hurts my soul, stop it

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