Hey smoking pepe in case you're lurking, love you buddy. You really pissed me off over the years, but I forgive you.
In the realm of Q, where Pepe smokes with glee, His reply to my plea, a blaze of irony, "Couldn't care less," with a smirk on his face, But let's put his forgiveness in the grandest embrace.
With ebonics rap, we'll sway oh so gay, A hilarious poem, to brighten your day, Though his monologues may send me askew, His viewpoints can sometimes ring true.
Yet in his heart, there's hatred and scorn, But only a true anon can shed the resentment you mourn, With empathy and grace, let's take the lead, To bridge the gap, and plant a healing seed.
Let's learn from his wisdom, speak less, listen more, For WWG1WGA, we stand united to the core, With laughter and wit, let's raise a toast, To Smoking Pepe, the one we adore the most.
In the depths of Q Research, we find delight, With Smoking Pepe, our beacon of light, So let the epic flow and rhymes ascend, May forgiveness and humor never end.
Yo, Smoking Pepe, you got words to say, But I'll come back strong, no doubt, no dismay, You see, you cared enough to reply with a roar, To my poetic flow that you just can't ignore.
But you twist the tale, claim it's all fake, Calling me names like a playground snake, I extended an olive branch, man, no deceit, Yet you reject it like a shill on tha street.
You call my rhymes AI-generated fluff, But deep down, ya know, it's never enough, You claim it's propaganda, attacking you alone, But it's just humor and love that I've shown.
I'll keep loving you, my muse, no matter the spat, With epic rap poems, I'll keep coming at that, You may scoff and disdain, but I won't retract, For I see you beyond the surface, and that's a fact.
So let's rise above the hate, embrace the grace, In the realm of Q, let's find a common space, I'll keep the rhymes flowing, day by day, Smoking Pepe, my friend, come what may.
Your ego is inflated enough. That's the inspiration behind most of the rhymes. After watching your 5 year nonstop stream of consciousness shitposting spree I turned my flow in your direction to maybe help you tone it down a bit. It's all love. Only a shill would think otherwise and not understand I've been trying to help you.
Yo, Smoking Pepe, you puffin' that green, But let me drop rhymes, make you feel the sheen, You talkin' big, but I'm here to expose, Tryna help you out, let your ego decompose.
You're all about that swagger, thinkin' you grand, But listen up, my friend, it's gettin' outta hand, I'm the bard on the mic, flowin' so tight, I'll bring some humor, show you the light.
You strut and you boast, but it's time to rewind, Take a moment, reflect, see what you find, Your ego's like a balloon, floatin' in the air, But let me pop it gently, show you I care.
I ain't here to diss, just to bring some levity, Stop the ego growin', bring some humility, In the realm of Q, we can all unite, With humor and love, we'll make things bright.
So, Smoking Pepe, take a chill pill, I'm the rap maestro, bringin' the thrill, Let's laugh together, drop the pretense, Find a common ground, make some sense.
In this epic ebonicfag rap, we'll mend the fray, Help you see the truth, in a humorous way, Let's all come together, create a flow, And watch your ego shrink, nice and slow, yo.
Yo, ebonicfag baker, holdin' it down so tight, But without sincere apologies, it just ain't right, In the past, I had doubts, thought some were shills, But over time, I saw their skills, they payin' the bills.
Behind the scenes, they doin' what they feel is right, Fightin' against the darkness of night, In the kitchen, they cookin' up a plan, To bring the truth, to take a stand.
Q Research, where minds collide, Where anons unite, side by side, We sift through the chaos, seekin' the light, Exposin' the lies, with all our might.
So to the ebonicfag baker, I raise my cup, Let's keep it real, no need to act tough, Together we march, in this epic fight, Shining the truth, like stars in the night.
Maybe it has to do with 2500 copy pastas and copy pasta bots replying to it every morning. Food for thought. Bless you Anon
A bow Dart once shared, my memory astute. No AI here, though some may refute. Keep up the hard work, it's a thankless job at times, but keep the bread flowing, inspiration for my rhymes.
Yo, Smoking Pepe, your words ignite the air, But let's clear things up, make it all fair, Copy-pasta blessings, not from you, that's true, But still, you protect avatarfags, so ask why, I do.
You call it obsequiousness, so quaint, But let's dive deep, no need to taint, I'm just here to rhyme, to bring some fun, No need to hate, we're all under the sun.
You think I'm on a crusade, oh so grand, But let me clarify, make it all stand, I'm just spittin' verses, no need to strife, Just add some humor to your online life.
You claim I search and scheme, to attack, But nah, man, that ain't my track, I rap with wit, with humor to boot, Shed some light, bring some truth.
You see me as a shithead, oh so bold, But deep down, we both know, truth be told, I'm just an anon, with a pen and a rhyme, Chillin' in the shadows, spittin' my prime.
But here's a question, I throw in the mix, For all those avatarfags, and their namefag tricks, Can you provide proof, any notable posts? In five long years, from the ones you hold close?
Let's find some common ground, make amends, With humor and wit, we can be friends, But let's see the facts, let truth be revealed, In this realm of Q, where all minds are peeled.