You talk like a king, claim the throne that like you’ve earned it,

your album don’t lie, you might better burn it.

It’s garbage, it’s shit, smells worse than i can co-op with,

You write “deep” texts, but nobody connects with it.

Talk all day, but your views still droppin’,

Your viewers ghosted, not a soul’s watchin’.

You flex online like you Stephen King,

But you write weak trash, but horror you bring.

Your best song, steel, sweat and discipline.

Better take that song to a place that no one has ever seen.

Take that bar, shove it up your ass... you know what I mean?

Yo, you write your own thoughts... turn 'em into lyrics...

Would that be deep? would that be sick?

Or just weird and fucking generic?

Fuck Unit Seven!

Writing crap untill the morning,

Hitting us with shit without a warning.

They whisper your name because your lack of fame

Your songs is something no one ever should face.

Your comment section is more than just a quiet place!

Riddle me that, riddle me this

Why the fuck are your songs such a goddamn miss!

Steel, sweat and discipline,

Yet another one i might enjoy after two bottles of gin!

“So if I write songs... about Lord of the Rings?...

Do I get girls... who would maybe take off some things?” (Nahh.)

Call it what it is, but your views keep on lackin’,

Galactus on a rampage, the numbers still stackin’.

Drop something real bro or I’ll keep attackin’.

Every song that you drop? it‘s like a ghost town scene,

Even bots in your posts bounce like a trampoline.

Some People say, “Yo, he got bangers, for real!”

They probably got this month’s two for one deal.

I’ve seen your channel, weak content, no soul,

It doesn’t bring anything, what the fuck is your goal?

What even does it mean, Unit fucking Seven?

That name is cheaper than caviar from a seven eleven!

Oh, and fuck Unit Seven.

Writing crap untill the morning,

Hitting us with shit without a warning.

They whisper your name because your lack of fame

Your songs is something no one ever should face.

Your comment section is more than just a quiet place!

Riddle me that, riddle me this

Why the fuck are your songs such a goddamn miss!

Steel, sweat and discipline,

Yet another one i might enjoy after two bottles of gin!

“So if I write songs... about Lord of the Rings?...

Do I get girls... who would maybe take off some things?” (Nahh.)

Call it what it is, but your views keep on lackin’,

Galactus on a rampage, the numbers still stackin’.

Drop something real bro or I’ll keep attackin’.

So next time you talk, better come up with some facts,

'Cause numbers don’t lie and your stats still flat.

It’s levels to this, and you just ain’t packin’,

A whole lotta ego, but your views?..... Still lackin’.

Oh yeah... fuck Unit Seven.