（ give him a second he had to go find a banjo. yes, a banjo for this particular and specific ditty he has composed on the spot.
he switches over to audio, gives a twangy little strum of the banjo, and then launches into the world's dumbest self-diss track: ）
Oh, I've been told I'm a useless reprobate That daddy should have bought a doll to masturbate That mama should have swallowed her own weight (in cum, to be clear, there's a point I'm making here)
I've been asked how many times I've been dropped on my head How I survived to adulthood when I'm better off dead How I make everyone who's ever met me see shades of red (I prefer to imagine I bring colour to everyone's life)
I've been called a pastiche of schoolyard insults And threatened with dismemberment by a variety of bad cults Somehow these putdowns have gotten no results? (I guess I'm just lucky that way)
no subject
he switches over to audio, gives a twangy little strum of the banjo, and then launches into the world's dumbest self-diss track: ）
（ well.
she asked. ）