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In the crib of Q Research, yo, peep this sight, A shill talkin' smack with shitposting delight. Nonstop diatribe, spewin' hate and spite, Vitriol shill, always lookin' for a fight.

"Like I give a fuck," he shouts, no lies, 'Bout the "baker's" views, he tries to despise, Controlling Anon behavior, he's got ties, Threats of exclusion, man, that ain't wise!

He been at it since yesterday, oh what a joke, Is it really botherin' him, gettin' him provoked? The baker said, "Complain, no notables, folks," He's flippin' out, losin' his cool, he chokes.

Maybe not gettin' notables, it's like a pain, But for real homie, it's just a part of the game. In Q Research, it ain't always the same, Notables come and go, but for the smoker it's all about fame.

He tryna drive a wedge, set us apart, But we won't fall for it, we got smarts. Laughin' at the drama, the hate he imparts, Unity and humor, that's where we start.

Yo, nonstop diatribe spewin' shill, Your words don't mean shit, they don't thrill, We stand together, we got the lyrical skill, Through laughter and joy, we got iron will.

Shoutin' out to mornin' baker, who bakes our new day, Ebonics baker fag flowin', showing the way, Newfag bakers steppin' up, ain't no delay, In the kitchen, we all stay.

Smokin' pepe, that's how we roll, In Q Research, we reach our goal. Together we stand, smoking dank rap bowls, United Anons, a powerful soul.

This rap poem's for us, keepin' it tight, With humor and wit, we ignitin' the sight, Against division, we'll put up a fight. As Q Research Anons, we stand in the light.