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Dear Joe
I'm sorry that that man is your bro, let me go slow
It takes a man to be a man, your brothers selling blow
I look at him and wish your grandpa never came in Roe
I'm sorry that you gotta grow up and then beg for dough
Life is hard, I know, the challenge is always gon' beat us home
Sometimes our parents make mistakes that affect us until we grown
And you're a dull cow that need good leadership
Let me be your mentor since your brother don't teach you shit
Never let a woman beat on your face, Joe
Either you die right there or pop that bitch in the head, Joe
Never fall in the gold digger business, that's bad religion
Please remember, you could be a bitch even if you got bitches
Never feel guilt, whether right or wrong, you're a Black man
Even if it don't benefit your goals, do some push-ups, get some discipline
Don't cut them corners like your brother did, fuck what them hairplugs did
Don't pay to play with them Sue Lightinings, go play a cruise ship
Understand, no tweeting slurs and blocking pests, that's law
Don't be ashamed 'bout who you wit', that's how he treats his “girls”
Don't fuck a kid to fuck a kid to fuck again, be sure
Black blood will comprehend, but your white skin is lost
Be proud of who you are, your strength come from dentin
Lotta shockjocks that's real, but your brother ain't one of them
And you nothing like him, even if you both smoke coke
Can't understand me right now? Just play this when you go broke
Dear Roe
Your son got some habits, I hope you don't undermine them
Especially with all the girls that's hurt inside his compound
You were a woman, so you knew how it felt to be on the ground
With a black eye, hopin' a man can see you and just be sound
Dear Joseph, you gave birth to a master manipulator
Even usin' you to prove he’s a man is a huge favor
I think you should’ve called him more names, and more names
And more, uh, more names
I'm blamin' you for all his gamblin' addictions
Pedophile intuition, the man that like to play victim
You raised a horrible fuckin' person, the nerve of you, Joseph
Roe, sit down, what I'm about to say is heavy, now listen
Mm-mm, your son's a sick man with sick thoughts, I think pedos like him should die
Him and Weinstein should get fucked up in a cell for the rest their life
He hates Black people, tweets about 'em with overtones of a cuckold fetish
Grew facial hair because he understood bein' a beard just fit him better
He got sex offenders at Compound that he keep on a monthly allowance
A child should never be compromised and they’re keepin' their child around him
And we gotta raise our daughters knowin' there's predators like him lurkin'
Fuck Greggshells, he should die so all of these children can live with a purpose
I been in radio thirty years, I'ma tell y'all one lil' secret
It's some weird shit goin' on and some of these jocks be here to police it
They be streamlinin' victims all inside of they home and callin' 'em tender
Then leak periscopes of themselves to further push their agendas
To any Bobo that be watchin' his show, know that you're playin' your sister
Or better, you're sellin' your niece to the weirdos, not the good ones
Scorch said, "Get you the truth," so I'ma get mines
The Compound 'bout to get raided too, it's only a matter of time
Ayy, Gavin, keep the family away, hey, Chrissy, keep the family away
To anybody that embody the love for their kids, keep the family away
They lookin' at you too if you standin' by him, keep the family away
I'm lookin' to shoot through any pervert that lives, keep the family safe
Dear Sue
I'm sorry that your friend fucked you and then retreated
He don't commit to much but his drinking, and women beating
He a narcissist, misogynist, livin' off what he tweeted
Try destroyin' girls rather than takin' care of his own
Should be teachin' you how to shoot or riding' the Shelby with you
Or at your twenty fifth birthday singin' karoke with you
Instead, he be in the South fucking mans and poppin' Xans, examples that you shouldn’t stand
I wanna tell you that you're loved, you're brave, you're kind
You got a dick to change the world, and could change this pedos mind
'Cause the trannies is our future, but he lives inside confusion
Pussy always been illusion, but that's the life he's used to
His father prolly didn't fuck women neither
History do repeats itself, sometimes it don't need a reason
But I would like to say it's not your fault that he's hidin' you for later
Give him grace, this the reason I made Harry the Hater
So the victims like you can cope later
Give you some humor to go through somethin', it's hope later
I never wanna hear you chase a man 'cause his foul behavior
Sittin' on Bob Kellys stream with clowns for validation
You need to know that love is eternity and trumps all pay
I'll tell you where the lightning is, just play this song when it rains
Yes, he's a shockjock, a tweeter, a pedophile, right
And a fuckin' deadbeat that should never see more life
Meet the Cumias
Dear Nana
I know you probably thinkin' I wanted to go bananas
But truthfully, I’m not a black person caught by your cameras
This supposed to be a good hashing out not on the air
But you fucked up the moment you called out my lack of hair
Why you had to stoop so low to discredit your only cohost?
Guess integrity is lost when your mother becomes a ghost
And I like to understand 'cause your house was never a home
Sixty-seven, but you showin' up as a seven-year-old
You got gamblin' problems, drinkin' problems, pill-poppin' and spendin' problems
Bad with money, whorehouse
Solicitin' children problems, prison’s a lovely start
But I suggest a toe trigger, strip the ego with a shotgun
I try to empathize with you 'cause I know that you ain't been through nothin'
Crave entitlement, but wanna be liked so bad that it's puzzlin'
No dominance, let's recap moments when you didn't fit in
In a treefort blowing your friend
Just alcohol to binge, and disrespectin' your mother
Identity's on the fence, don't know which family will love ya
The race that you livin' as is compromised by your darkness
Can't channel your masculine even when standin' next to a tranny
You a bodyshamer, you gon' hide them child brides, ain't ya?
You embarrassed of 'em, that's not right, that ain't how mama raised us
Fill those pock scars, I wanna see what's past that black complexion
Why believe you? Every crime you tweet is a projection
'Cause you lied about religious views, you lied about your surgery
You lied about your rap sheet and your dark meat, all is perjury
You lied about your home sale, you lied about your rehab
They’re all pussy, you lied to them, I know they all got you in 'em
You lied about your bro, you lied about that tranny, huh?
You lied about them other sissies out there hopin' that you fall
You lied about the only jock that can offer you some help
Fuck a radio beef, this a long life battle with yourself
I'm sorry that that man is your bro, let me go slow
It takes a man to be a man, your brothers selling blow
I look at him and wish your grandpa never came in Roe
I'm sorry that you gotta grow up and then beg for dough
Life is hard, I know, the challenge is always gon' beat us home
Sometimes our parents make mistakes that affect us until we grown
And you're a dull cow that need good leadership
Let me be your mentor since your brother don't teach you shit
Never let a woman beat on your face, Joe
Either you die right there or pop that bitch in the head, Joe
Never fall in the gold digger business, that's bad religion
Please remember, you could be a bitch even if you got bitches
Never feel guilt, whether right or wrong, you're a Black man
Even if it don't benefit your goals, do some push-ups, get some discipline
Don't cut them corners like your brother did, fuck what them hairplugs did
Don't pay to play with them Sue Lightinings, go play a cruise ship
Understand, no tweeting slurs and blocking pests, that's law
Don't be ashamed 'bout who you wit', that's how he treats his “girls”
Don't fuck a kid to fuck a kid to fuck again, be sure
Black blood will comprehend, but your white skin is lost
Be proud of who you are, your strength come from dentin
Lotta shockjocks that's real, but your brother ain't one of them
And you nothing like him, even if you both smoke coke
Can't understand me right now? Just play this when you go broke
Dear Roe
Your son got some habits, I hope you don't undermine them
Especially with all the girls that's hurt inside his compound
You were a woman, so you knew how it felt to be on the ground
With a black eye, hopin' a man can see you and just be sound
Dear Joseph, you gave birth to a master manipulator
Even usin' you to prove he’s a man is a huge favor
I think you should’ve called him more names, and more names
And more, uh, more names
I'm blamin' you for all his gamblin' addictions
Pedophile intuition, the man that like to play victim
You raised a horrible fuckin' person, the nerve of you, Joseph
Roe, sit down, what I'm about to say is heavy, now listen
Mm-mm, your son's a sick man with sick thoughts, I think pedos like him should die
Him and Weinstein should get fucked up in a cell for the rest their life
He hates Black people, tweets about 'em with overtones of a cuckold fetish
Grew facial hair because he understood bein' a beard just fit him better
He got sex offenders at Compound that he keep on a monthly allowance
A child should never be compromised and they’re keepin' their child around him
And we gotta raise our daughters knowin' there's predators like him lurkin'
Fuck Greggshells, he should die so all of these children can live with a purpose
I been in radio thirty years, I'ma tell y'all one lil' secret
It's some weird shit goin' on and some of these jocks be here to police it
They be streamlinin' victims all inside of they home and callin' 'em tender
Then leak periscopes of themselves to further push their agendas
To any Bobo that be watchin' his show, know that you're playin' your sister
Or better, you're sellin' your niece to the weirdos, not the good ones
Scorch said, "Get you the truth," so I'ma get mines
The Compound 'bout to get raided too, it's only a matter of time
Ayy, Gavin, keep the family away, hey, Chrissy, keep the family away
To anybody that embody the love for their kids, keep the family away
They lookin' at you too if you standin' by him, keep the family away
I'm lookin' to shoot through any pervert that lives, keep the family safe
Dear Sue
I'm sorry that your friend fucked you and then retreated
He don't commit to much but his drinking, and women beating
He a narcissist, misogynist, livin' off what he tweeted
Try destroyin' girls rather than takin' care of his own
Should be teachin' you how to shoot or riding' the Shelby with you
Or at your twenty fifth birthday singin' karoke with you
Instead, he be in the South fucking mans and poppin' Xans, examples that you shouldn’t stand
I wanna tell you that you're loved, you're brave, you're kind
You got a dick to change the world, and could change this pedos mind
'Cause the trannies is our future, but he lives inside confusion
Pussy always been illusion, but that's the life he's used to
His father prolly didn't fuck women neither
History do repeats itself, sometimes it don't need a reason
But I would like to say it's not your fault that he's hidin' you for later
Give him grace, this the reason I made Harry the Hater
So the victims like you can cope later
Give you some humor to go through somethin', it's hope later
I never wanna hear you chase a man 'cause his foul behavior
Sittin' on Bob Kellys stream with clowns for validation
You need to know that love is eternity and trumps all pay
I'll tell you where the lightning is, just play this song when it rains
Yes, he's a shockjock, a tweeter, a pedophile, right
And a fuckin' deadbeat that should never see more life
Meet the Cumias
Dear Nana
I know you probably thinkin' I wanted to go bananas
But truthfully, I’m not a black person caught by your cameras
This supposed to be a good hashing out not on the air
But you fucked up the moment you called out my lack of hair
Why you had to stoop so low to discredit your only cohost?
Guess integrity is lost when your mother becomes a ghost
And I like to understand 'cause your house was never a home
Sixty-seven, but you showin' up as a seven-year-old
You got gamblin' problems, drinkin' problems, pill-poppin' and spendin' problems
Bad with money, whorehouse
Solicitin' children problems, prison’s a lovely start
But I suggest a toe trigger, strip the ego with a shotgun
I try to empathize with you 'cause I know that you ain't been through nothin'
Crave entitlement, but wanna be liked so bad that it's puzzlin'
No dominance, let's recap moments when you didn't fit in
In a treefort blowing your friend
Just alcohol to binge, and disrespectin' your mother
Identity's on the fence, don't know which family will love ya
The race that you livin' as is compromised by your darkness
Can't channel your masculine even when standin' next to a tranny
You a bodyshamer, you gon' hide them child brides, ain't ya?
You embarrassed of 'em, that's not right, that ain't how mama raised us
Fill those pock scars, I wanna see what's past that black complexion
Why believe you? Every crime you tweet is a projection
'Cause you lied about religious views, you lied about your surgery
You lied about your rap sheet and your dark meat, all is perjury
You lied about your home sale, you lied about your rehab
They’re all pussy, you lied to them, I know they all got you in 'em
You lied about your bro, you lied about that tranny, huh?
You lied about them other sissies out there hopin' that you fall
You lied about the only jock that can offer you some help
Fuck a radio beef, this a long life battle with yourself
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I knew you was talented in some fashion, you still make it a fucking long thing 'cus that's ur style.
Liked it!
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I’m about to try that give me a few
Nice deep voice stupid. You don't sound like a girl at all!
But for real, is there any way to AI this with Opie's voice and then upload it to youtube?
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Sam Roberts AI first verse
Howard Stern AI second verse
Jimmy AI third verse
Opie AI fourth verse
Maybe swap out Sam and Howard if there's a better "known" voice out there. Dani's probably too obscure.
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you know if you let your real voice be out there I would have parroted it for the LOLz
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you think I got time to do that?!
(I probably have)
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Jimmy has to do the Dear Sue verse, you just have to change the "I made Harry the Hater" line.
Bobo's perfect for the first verse though
But I would like to say it's not your fault that he's hidin' you and all
Give him grace, this the reason I made up Uncle Paul
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Can these lyrics be shared in YouTube Chats Sue?
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Okay Sue this is your bit, consider me a middling executive that you can ignore, but this is so good and I want it played & discussed on J&S, Skanks, Bonfire, the show formerly known as Cumtown.
So Bobo doing the first verse is perfect, recognizable hilarious voice talking to Joe, another retard.
Second verse is Opie, deals with a lot of Ant's backstory. But also the listener knows an Opie verse is likely coming, so it gets it out of the way early.
No notes.
Third verse is Jimmy. Now picture Anthony listening to this. Bobo verse is silly, maybe he's upset at a few bars from the Opie verse. The Jimmy verse is what he knows Jimmy actually thinks: trans women are incredible and Anthony is ashamed for not validating his fling with Sue.
Fourth verse, the knockout punch is Patrice. Especially if you edit in him clearing his throat before "Dear Nana". If NB is right and heaven exists, Patrice is watching down praying that someone includes him in this Drake/Lamar beef and that last verse is so him. It's literally the ghost of Patrice looking down and shitting on Anthony. Telling him all of his lies.
I can't do the AI shit, I can play middling executive.
So Bobo doing the first verse is perfect, recognizable hilarious voice talking to Joe, another retard.
Second verse is Opie, deals with a lot of Ant's backstory. But also the listener knows an Opie verse is likely coming, so it gets it out of the way early.
No notes.
Third verse is Jimmy. Now picture Anthony listening to this. Bobo verse is silly, maybe he's upset at a few bars from the Opie verse. The Jimmy verse is what he knows Jimmy actually thinks: trans women are incredible and Anthony is ashamed for not validating his fling with Sue.
Fourth verse, the knockout punch is Patrice. Especially if you edit in him clearing his throat before "Dear Nana". If NB is right and heaven exists, Patrice is watching down praying that someone includes him in this Drake/Lamar beef and that last verse is so him. It's literally the ghost of Patrice looking down and shitting on Anthony. Telling him all of his lies.
I can't do the AI shit, I can play middling executive.