bart simpson

Boy, you built like a gigabyte glitch in the Matrix, Lookin’ like you download updates from fake clicks. You walk in the room, Wi-Fi drops in fear, Even Google said, "Nah, we don’t search you here." You dress like you lost a bet to your closet, Your style so broke, even thrift stores pause it. Got that Roblox drip with a Fortnite stance, You floss in the mirror and call that a dance? You out here typin’ in Comic Sans bold, Tryna sound deep but your brain’s on hold. Your bars so dry they make deserts cry, Even Siri said, "I can’t help this guy." You built like a Dorito that fell in some glue, Got roasted so hard, even your shadow withdrew. Your face got lag, your voice got ping, Every time you speak, it’s a cursed audio string.