LegitUser
Gluttonmaxxed gypsy from the council estate
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AS WE ALL KNOW
UK IS THE LAND OF CHADS.
HERE IS A SONG THAT REPRESENTS OUR STRUGGLE
UK IS THE LAND OF CHADS.
HERE IS A SONG THAT REPRESENTS OUR STRUGGLE
In the shadows, tryna rise,
Short ethnic LTN, lost in these lies,
Looksmaxxing, Oh-Bee-Oh, and Lefort II,
But no matter the grind, I can't break through.
PSL Gods tower, I'm feelin' heightmogged,
Every glance from a Stacy, my spirit clogged,
Bone structure's a curse, tryna cope,
But every surgery brings no hope.
Its over for UK-Cels,
the men are chads
and the women are mid
Reading slayer stories, dreaming they’re mine,
Hoping these tales from the slums of Mumbai shine,
Looksmaxxin' hard, but I still fall,
In the land of moggers, It's so over.
The lonely outnumber the loved, I see it clear,
This forum feeds me lies, fills me with fear,
Bones in my face, can't change my fate,
Hope's a fleeting shadow, it's too late.
Envying non-NT Chad-lights, their lives so bright,
Black Gym Max makes me question the fight,
Heightmaxxin' with HGH, no gain,
Each failed attempt adds to the pain.
Mirror reflection, a constant disdain,
Lost in the shadows, silent in my pain,
In this harsh world, for the weak there's no place,
Forever unseen, a forgotten face.
Reading slayer stories, dreaming they’re mine,
Praying these tales from the slums of Mum-bye will be mine,
Looksmaxxin' hard, but I still fall,
In the land of moggers, It's so over.
Saw a gluttonmaxxed gypsy from the council estate,
Large beer belly, yet he lifemogs my fate,
Got a LTB on his arm, I feel so small,
In this cruel world, where looks decide worth,
Genetic determinism is my plight
Every cope fails, from Oh-Bee-Oh to pills,
No surgery can cure these ills,
Orbital box osteotomy, just another dream,
In this endless night, I silently scream.
Heightmogged by JB Stacies, always feelin' low,
(Maybe I should just download yubo)
"You're bideltoids low? Well just hold frame bro?"
Caught in this blackpill curse, no way out,
Every step a reminder of endless doubt.
At the end of the day
I am just a socialminned aspie subhuman
There is no roidmaxxing to cure the heightpil
No surgery for your traumatised mind
Your genetics and childhood are your life
Acceptance, the final stage of this plight,
In this darkness, I lose the fight,
Hardmaxxin' failed, future's tight,
Non-neurotypical, fading into the night.
Short ethnic LTN, lost in these lies,
Looksmaxxing, Oh-Bee-Oh, and Lefort II,
But no matter the grind, I can't break through.
PSL Gods tower, I'm feelin' heightmogged,
Every glance from a Stacy, my spirit clogged,
Bone structure's a curse, tryna cope,
But every surgery brings no hope.
Its over for UK-Cels,
the men are chads
and the women are mid
Reading slayer stories, dreaming they’re mine,
Hoping these tales from the slums of Mumbai shine,
Looksmaxxin' hard, but I still fall,
In the land of moggers, It's so over.
The lonely outnumber the loved, I see it clear,
This forum feeds me lies, fills me with fear,
Bones in my face, can't change my fate,
Hope's a fleeting shadow, it's too late.
Envying non-NT Chad-lights, their lives so bright,
Black Gym Max makes me question the fight,
Heightmaxxin' with HGH, no gain,
Each failed attempt adds to the pain.
Mirror reflection, a constant disdain,
Lost in the shadows, silent in my pain,
In this harsh world, for the weak there's no place,
Forever unseen, a forgotten face.
Reading slayer stories, dreaming they’re mine,
Praying these tales from the slums of Mum-bye will be mine,
Looksmaxxin' hard, but I still fall,
In the land of moggers, It's so over.
Saw a gluttonmaxxed gypsy from the council estate,
Large beer belly, yet he lifemogs my fate,
Got a LTB on his arm, I feel so small,
In this cruel world, where looks decide worth,
Genetic determinism is my plight
Every cope fails, from Oh-Bee-Oh to pills,
No surgery can cure these ills,
Orbital box osteotomy, just another dream,
In this endless night, I silently scream.
Heightmogged by JB Stacies, always feelin' low,
(Maybe I should just download yubo)
"You're bideltoids low? Well just hold frame bro?"
Caught in this blackpill curse, no way out,
Every step a reminder of endless doubt.
At the end of the day
I am just a socialminned aspie subhuman
There is no roidmaxxing to cure the heightpil
No surgery for your traumatised mind
Your genetics and childhood are your life
Acceptance, the final stage of this plight,
In this darkness, I lose the fight,
Hardmaxxin' failed, future's tight,
Non-neurotypical, fading into the night.
