E. Blah Blah Blah

[no_apologies]

I've let out my disbelief, disgust, rage, and frustration out already.

Now, let's have some fun pointing out the crazy stupid over this woman I can no longer be friends with. I'm about to make a hella fun diss track, with my sassy/snarky, witty, and classy muse friend known as Emcee Sassy Pants! XD

(Mood: Snarky, Witty, and Bluntly Honest. Pointing out and mocking crazy stupid nonsense about someone I can't be friends with anymore. Genre: Rap, funk, and hip hop blend. Emcee Sassy Pants should have all the room she wants to deliver her fire rhyming flows!)

[Intro, spoken, amused]
"What up, boo... Let's crack open this pile of crazy stupid over the dumbass you've told me about..."

[Verse 1, rapping]
Hey, hey! Where's your crystal ball?
What you told her mom? You've got some gall.
You may still be out of jail and all,
But your pride will bring your downfall.

You're predicting they'll suffer.
Your claims, nothing but utter
Junk. You're just another
One who disappoints her.

You're nobody's savior,
With piss poor behavior.
You're just a failure.
You have betrayed her.

Not operating on reason,
Integrity's out of season!
Hey, are ya still breathin'?
You're 'bout to get a beatin'!

You've caused quite the sting,
With how stupid you're being...

Your selfish childish acts,
Point to the fact that
Your rep has gone splat.
I'm checkin' the stats.

[Hook]
You're a petty brainlet.
Friendship down the toilet,
You already spoiled it.
Your reputation, you soiled it.

Miss E. Blah, blah, blah
You're no ooh-la-la.
You're an ooh-nah-nah.
What we remember from you,
Is that tantrum thing you do!
(Waaaah, waaaah, waaaah!)

[insert the sound effect of a baby crying]

[spoken, amused]
"You hear that...? That's you! Hahahaha, yeah, that's you..."

[Verse 2, rapping]
Your faves from superhero movies,
They wouldn't touch your boobies.
I'll ask P. Parker nicely,
To put a spider on ya heinie.

I could dish out more imagery.
I could make it more raunchy.
I could make it more punchy,
And gusty, in mind-fuckery,
But I'd rather bring to clarity,
Out of critical hilarity,
Your nonsense claims in reality,
Are dead air in this century...

If they allowed you to bring over,
Your oldest son who's immature,
That would lead to eventual messes,
Stress, theft, and homelessness.

Fox already explained the wrongs,
He caused in another song.
We don't need to rehash,
About all that trash.

Do you think he'll grow up?
I don't believe he'll have luck,
Finding romance in his life.
He won't find himself a wife,
Who wouldn't mind cleaning,
Up every mess he be making.
He'd squander all wealth,
Nor clean up himself.

The apple falls not far from the tree.
Doesn't seem as just a phrase to me.
Any further drama--unwanted. Ya see,
We won't drown in toxicity!

[Hook]
You're a petty brainlet.
Friendship down the toilet,
You already spoiled it.
Your reputation, you soiled it.

Miss E. Blah, blah, blah
You're no ooh-la-la.
You're an ooh-nah-nah.
What we remember from you,
Is that tantrum thing you do!
(Waaaah, waaaah, waaaah...)

[instrumental]

[Bridge - Vocal Chops]
Here - come - the train.
Out - from - her rain.
Here - come - the choo choo!
Here - come - the wooo wooo! [insert train whistle FX]

Here - come - the train.
Out - from - her rain.
You - lack - for brains,
Kar - muh - its name.
You - are - a stain.

[Hook]
Miss E. Blah, blah, blah
You're no ooh-la-la.
You're an ooh-nah-nah.
What we remember from you,
Is that tantrum thing you do!

Miss E. Blah, blah, blah
You're no ooh-la-la.
You're an ooh-nah-nah.
What we remember from you,
Is that tantrum thing you do!

[Outro, spoken]
"I'm more of an African woman than you'll ever be..."

https://suno.com/s/SD3J4htQUojY2fqq YEAAAAH, we slayed!!! Slayed so hard. I found the effects and I love this witty, sassy, catchy song like this.