I tried to make all the internet rap artists look like a bitch when this was written. I'm not sure if I was able to succeed in that but I at least hope it was an acceptable attempt.

You've got to be for the better, not be the same.

That's why when I look at you, all I see is lame.

Life is more than just a stupid game

All about going out and reaching for fame.

I don't care about the things you've done,

All the medals that you've won,

All the pointless badges you got on.

Just want you in my life to be gone.

And go on, keep believing what's proven fake,

And don't change because it's all for your sanity's sake.

But remember your end will fall in a burning lake.

So here's your award, a piece of cake.

And keep talking about how everyone besides you are bad

With your silly friends who are worse than you, lad.

After all of this, I've said, you're still not sad?

Should've known better than to preach to an art school grad.

The top is what you're reachin'

And your superiors are leechin'.

Won't let anybody be snitchin'

While shit's stirring deeper than sea urchin.

But you ain't looking down.

There's a party downtown,

Get comedic like a clown.

King Shit, worthy of a crown.

Keep your tail waging like a dog up and getty.

World's big as if you happen to be Arriety,

But she got more balls than you, ain't that shitty?

Stay calm and please don't spill your spaghetti.

Living not to waste a single day.

A bitch reminding me not to lose my way.

Stay right there, still got more to say.

Rhymes fresher and less kid friendly than Subway.

Message so obvious unlike a mole.

Painful to hear, can't make you 'lol'.

Running with yellow skin, white soul.

Getting the word out, that's the goal.

Bitch I know of should be in special ed,

Yet got an invitation to speak at TED.

Make shit up for it when rolling in bed.

Gotta keep this hungry generation fed.

But look at me, got marks to barely pass,

Never came close to the top of class.

People have called me a fuckin' dumbass

Because I refused to follow the godforsaken mass.

But I can't stay still like those sitting ducks.

Have to grab my own Stanley Cup unlike the Canucks.

It'll be hard when the world treats you like shit. It sucks.

But to keep moving forward you have to give less fucks.

That is all I have to present

Since mad is where my mind has went.

Not sure if everything I said I meant

But sure hope it was worth a cent.

Imagine if I was rapping that. You know I'd be topping on SoundCloud making loads of dosh. I just need some good instrumentals and I'm set. Need some money for the music video to work. Probably $500,000 to cover the costs like the camera, video editing software, a car, some friends, a rental helicopter for the aerial shots. I need to get a loan, I guess. No way around this one. But if everything goes smoothly, I'll be living my dream life like the other internet rappers in their music videos having parties in their mansions, wearing Supreme hoodies, drinking Hennessy, smoking weed, driving towards the sunset with all their homies. I'm getting really fucking jealous now, no joke. There's nothing that's going for in my life. I hate my job. I have no friends. I drink Hennessy alone every Friday night. I never party. I barely leave my room. What the hell are these chuckleheads doing? They rap over beats they didn't even produce. That's their job and they make more money than I ever will because stupid kids who drink lean and wear BAPE hoodies are giving them money and there are TONS of these shitbags. I'm busting my ass having to deal with some of the biggest wastes of air in this shithole I got myself in because its the best job I can get with my useless degree that I'm still paying off. And I live in a basement at the time of this writing. This is a cry for help.