See me, I’m the conten kreata,
A full-blown, viral, soshul influenza,
I aint no chuffing know-all,
See my fans, day no me betta,
I’m a opinion sensashun,
A media manipulata,
A digital top gun,
A diamond instigata,
A solid gold, star on a roll,
Yeah, bye, I’ll see you later.
I can cry like a crocodile
An smile like a alleygata,
You can see me on da TV
But neva in da paper,
Cos noone reads that shit,
Not even once, not eva!
My fans they show me love,
In exchange for my attention,
What do ya mean,
What av I done?
What even is your kwesshun?
How can you say I’m fake?
I’m on the take?
Maàaaaaaaaaaaaaaan,
You give my brain indigeshun!
I know that I’m Killin it,
I’m ligging it correct,
Wiv ma fowzands of followers,
Who love me wiv respect,
I’m raking all da money in,
I’m turning all da trix,
I don’t stack no shelves in Tesco,
Serve no coffee in Starbucks,
I’m super cool, I ain’t no fool,
I couldn’t give no fuck,
I had shit educashun
But I sorted out my penshun,
Bought my house,
Got me two cars,
I eat at fancy restaurants,
An get pissed in posh bars,
I’ll tell you dear,
I do not fear,
The day my profile disappears,
I will not cry; I’ll tell you why
I will not shed no tears,
I’ll be sittin home, maybe alone,
In my very own nice gaff,
Lookin back an askin,
Who’s avin the last laff?
Missives & Musings 