Wow, okay! You’ve made some achievements
But you missed a lot of vital things
Everyone makes spelling mistakes, you must admit
But at least I know how to be respectful and at least sing!
You’ve never even heard my real voice before!
Try to expose my information, it’s really a bore
Why do I feel like my brain is kinda sore?
I’m not even trying to sound cool
Unlike you, listing off achievements, trying to make me drool
All I can say is you can’t even spit
Because you spend all your time just being a hypocrite
But hey, list off achievements? I might as well
Because maybe you’re good, but I’m pretty swell
I’m in 4 jazz groups, I’ve played with stars
I’m always with music, it was always in my blood
Maybe coding a game has gotten you far
But it doesn’t mean a thing if you’re gonna act like crud
Every word from your mouth is nowhere near creative
It puts me to sleep like a contrasedative
“Play a few instruments?” Show me any percussion
I’ll be happy to blow you away with my profession
Ragging on me because I’m just a kid?
At least unlike you I have a reasonable lid
All you do is try to spit fire
There will always be people who are more dire
But it doesn’t matter, I don’t care about you
For all that I know, none of that could be true
Write a thousand short stories in four short years?
Probably 2-word ones that’d put an ELA teacher to tears
The thing that kills you is your determination
Because it’s funny to see you waste your concentration
The thing that makes me smile through all these incidents
Is seeing you show your childish insolence
Because I may be a kid, but at least I’m mature
I can make a logo that would fit on a brochure
Are you so blind to see that I DO have my own logo?
You don’t have to use the same one for everything
It’s purple, has fire, and is generally my to-go
I just added a Decidueye for a little extra bling
Back to the drums… you say “a couple instruments?”
I play in Balboa Park with astounding extravagance
I went to a festival, got 4 superior+
And you wrote some words, something you always manage to rush
You’re so convinced that I think I’m so great!
When you’re the one listing off your life gone to waste
I’m busy making money with my new little job
You may call me a kid just because my username is Bob
But do you really know me? You have no control
You’re over there struggling, and I’m on a roll