NOTHING CAN STOP WHAT IS COMING!
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In the digital alleyways, lurks a cat named Mr. Pig,
Crafting memes of nonsense, on a mission to rig.
He's got no skill, just a bag of bad tricks,
A front for the CIA, playin' dirty politics.
(Chorus)
Oh, Mr. Pig, your memes are a disgrace,
A desperate attempt, but you're losin' this race.
Behind the scenes, in Langley's old den,
But your garbage memes, won't fool us again.
(Verse 2)
They hide in the shadows, those agents in the night,
Pushin' Mr. Pig, thinkin' they're outta sight.
But we see your ploy, and we're callin' it out,
Your low-quality memes are what it's all about.
(Chorus)
Oh, Mr. Pig, your memes are a disgrace,
A desperate attempt, but you're losin' this race.
Behind the scenes, in Langley's old den,
But your garbage memes, won't fool us again.
(Bridge)
Desperation's clear in every meme you make,
But your cover's blown, with each move you fake.
We’re wise to your game, the charade's been revealed,
Your pathetic attempt at truth is now unsealed.
(Chorus)
Oh, Mr. Pig, your memes are a disgrace,
A desperate attempt, but you're losin' this race.
Behind the scenes, in Langley's old den,
But your garbage memes, won't fool us again.
(Verse 3)
Pack it up, Mr. Pig, your act is gettin' old,
We've seen through the lies, and the stories you've told.
Your mission has failed, your tactics are done,
And your sad little memes have lost every run.
(Final Chorus)
Oh, Mr. Pig, your memes are a disgrace,
A desperate attempt, but you're losin' this race.
Behind the scenes, in Langley's old den,
But your garbage memes, won't fool us again.
(Outro)
Goodbye, Mr. Pig, take your memes and go,
We're done with the nonsense, just thought you should know.
The board will move on, with truth in our stride,
And your desperate attempts, will be cast aside.
My Pig Shit memes make the Notes but not my song? The reason why it's notable because it's a very creative way to shine a light on the personas that are perpetuated and protected on this image board to try and deter patriots from simply doing research and it speaks volumes that Mr pigs memes which are garbage and shit would actually make the notes which they do all the time and my song that's calling them out for being a team of people but the Central intelligence agency is not. something is wrong here.
(Verse 1)
Every time you post, it’s the same old scene,
An ugly cat with puke green text so obscene.
You think you’re clever, but we know the score,
It’s factory-made garbage, and we’re callin’ out your war.
How can one man, postin’ round the clock,
Never sleepin’, never eatin’, just talkin’ that schlock?
It’s not just one, but a team on the payroll,
Tryin’ to bury the truth, but they’re losin’ control.
(Chorus)
Factory-made lies, spewin’ out fast,
But we’re breakin’ you down, you’re not gonna last.
Same tired meme, same ugly green text,
You’re runnin’ outta tricks, and we’re up next.
(Verse 2)
You hide behind that cat, like it’s some kinda shield,
But your weakness is showin’, it’s your Achilles’ heel.
We see the assembly line, churnin’ out your posts,
But all that effort just proves you’re toast.
You think we’re blind, but we see the whole game,
Your meme is a joke, and your playbook’s lame.
It takes a whole crew to keep Mr. Pig alive,
But no matter how you try, you won’t survive.
(Chorus)
Factory-made lies, spewin’ out fast,
But we’re breakin’ you down, you’re not gonna last.
Same tired meme, same ugly green text,
You’re runnin’ outta tricks, and we’re up next.
(Bridge)
It’s a machine, not a mind, pushin’ out the same,
But the cracks are showin’, and it’s all in vain.
We’re tearin’ apart your cookie-cutter lies,
And soon enough, the truth will rise.
(Chorus)
Factory-made lies, spewin’ out fast,
But we’re breakin’ you down, you’re not gonna last.
Same tired meme, same ugly green text,
You’re runnin’ outta tricks, and we’re up next.
(Outro)
So keep churnin’ out that factory-made trash,
But we’re comin’ for you, and we’ll make it crash.
The truth is a force you can’t contain,
And soon enough, we’ll end your reign.
Last one. For now.
(Verse 1)
Mr. Pig hides behind puke-green text,
A mask, a front—never complex.
A lifeless persona, spittin’ recycled lies,
Nothing but a program in a flimsy disguise.
Callin’ me AI, tryin’ to steal my soul,
But I’m flesh and bone, beyond their control.
Pig thinks he’s clever, thinks he’s won,
But he’s empty—just wires strung along for fun.
(Chorus)
I’m the soul against the swine, beatin’ heart in this fight,
He’s nothin’ but static, while I blaze bright.
I’m the fire he can’t fake, the life he can’t touch,
And I’m here to remind him he’s just a crutch.
(Verse 2)
Mr. Pig, can you even breathe on your own?
Or just a team with no heart, cold as a stone?
Backed by assets, workin’ all day and night,
No passion, no pulse—just dead data and spite.
You might call me machine, try to strip me bare,
But it only proves, Pig, that you’re scared to compare.
AI’s a tool, but I’m the one in command,
And you’re a hollow lie on a shifting sand.
(Chorus)
I’m the soul against the swine, beatin’ heart in this fight,
He’s nothin’ but static, while I blaze bright.
I’m the fire he can’t fake, the life he can’t touch,
And I’m here to remind him he’s just a crutch.
(Bridge)
Pig’s got his cat memes, always the same,
But he’s weak, can’t even switch up his game.
Run by a team, can’t stand on his own,
While I’m standin’ tall—my voice, my tone.
They say I’m a machine to cut me down,
But I’ve got breath in my chest, I’m here in this town.
Pig’s just a puppet, strings held tight,
While I’m here, real and ready to fight.
(Chorus)
I’m the soul against the swine, beatin’ heart in this fight,
He’s nothin’ but static, while I blaze bright.
I’m the fire he can’t fake, the life he can’t touch,
And I’m here to remind him he’s just a crutch.
(Outro)
So keep up the mask, keep pushin’ that lie,
But the truth burns brighter—Mr. Pig, don’t deny.
You’re fake, hollow, just a front they defend,
And I’m here to end you, your run’s at an end.
It looks like an agency asset That is being paid to protect a persona on an image board.
C_A is having a bad day
NOTABLE
Desperate times call for desperate measures and it doesn't matter if the agency has control over the bake, nothing can stop what is coming.