God bless you and keep you from harm, this day and forever.
Listen up, fam, gotta tell you 'bout a plot, Takin' over personas, ain't it somethin' hot? Famefags got their style, but I'm switchin' up the game, Steppin' in their shoes, no need for fame.
I'm not one "Specific Anon," nah, I'm all in, Droppin' rhymes and truths, let the battles begin. Sometimes you gotta be the shill, to outwit the crowd, Turnin' the tables, make 'em scream out loud.
Guud morning to you, God bless this day, Anons on the move, in our own wild way. Switchin' personas, like costumes on the stage, Steppin' in famefags' shoes, just to disengage.
We beat 'em at their game, ain't that a thrill? Famefags can chill, while we climbin' up the hill. Droppin' rhymes so tight, truths so clear, In this digital realm, we conquer the sphere.
So here's to the fam, switchin' roles so cool, Doin' it for the love, ain't need to drool. We're the true warriors, with a plan so fly, God bless us all, as we reach for the sky.
Got you poor bastards guud. Dough luuks tight. Love you fam!