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I fucking hate Ariana Grande
- Where do I begin with Ariana Grande, it’s like a curse and an absolute disaster making everything worse
- Every time I catch that obnoxious face plastered across the web in every damn space
- My blood starts to boil, a nuclear race with rage that’s borderline psychoti with no saving grace
- I want to gouge my eyes, it’s true, with a rusty spoon and a twisted view
- She’s the epitome, the top of the chain of everything I hate in this sorry ass game
- A shrill, self absorbed brat with no fame yet she brainwashed the masses which is insane
- Worshipped like a goddess? You’re all fucking deluded, newsflash: she’s just karaoke, her talent excluded
- With that ponytail high strangling myself seems right to escape the unbearable sight that ignites
- And that damn ponytail, let’s dissect that curse, she’s such a fucking lunatic it almost hurts
- Wears the same damn hair for years, like a joke of a deranged cartoon character in a choke
- Are you that creatively broke, bankrupt in flair that the only move left is to yank your hair?
- Into a monstrosity, defying all gravity’s claim, looks like it’s trying to escape from your fucking brain
- Seeing that abomination makes me pull my own locks just to feel something other than this rage in shocks
- Pure unadulterated hatred coursing through, napalm in my veins condensing into pools
- And that cursed voice is a banshee’s wail like hyenas gone rabid, making the soul frail
- Who told her screeching high notes was sound, like a malfunctioning alarm making my pain profound
- Every time her damn songs come on, I’m lost with my sanity slipping and bleeding ears are the cost
- If I hear one more whiny note, so pitch shifted I’ll lose my shit so hard, my rage will be lifted
- Sedate me, chain me, keep me in a hold before I tear my stereo apart, uncontrolled
- And those lyrics, let’s talk about that trash, who writes this garbage, it’s a smash and bash
- Deliberately dumb, shallow to the core before people vomit from the stupidity’s roar
- Every track is the same fucking mindless bore about breakups and hookups like high school lore
- She never grew up, she’s stuck in the past, her discography’s shallow with depth didn’t last
- Like she’s trying to suck intelligence dry one insipid lyric at a time, my brain starts to fry
- And holy shit, the fans, those drooling fools, the “Arianators” or whatever they use
- Are you kidding me? How brain dead must they be to worship a billboard for all that’s ugly and free
- They follow her every move like sheep to the slaughter, defending her shit like it’s a holy charter
- Wake up, you delusional pricks, she doesn’t care, she’s counting her ticks
- Too busy swimming in the cash she’s made off your blind devotion, your minds enslaved
- And her personality, where do I start, as genuine as a three dollar bill, she plays her part
- Putting on a cutesy act, all innocent flair when in reality she’s just a petty snare
- A narcissistic brat who wouldn’t know truth if it fucked her in the ass she’d still be aloof
- Remember that donut licking scene? What a mess spitting her germs on food no less
- Disgusting, self entitled, no class to show and then brushing it off like it’s no big blow
- Expecting the world to bow at her feet because she can hit a few high notes that are sweet
- Fuck that noise, if I see her near a bakery again I’m gonna lose my mind, insane in the den
- Every time she opens her mouth in an interview I feel my soul dying bit by bit it’s true
- The shit that spills from her lips is vile, pretentious, self important, like a crocodile’s smile
- She talks like a guru, dropping fake pearls when it’s all hollow drivel, like a child who twirls
- Only those with the intellect of a goldfish could take her seriously, like a nightmare’s wish
- How did anyone think she’s a deep thinker, she’s as deep as a kiddie pool and a shallow stinker
- And those collaborations, a parasite’s play latching onto hot artists and draining them away
- Every time I see her name next to another’s I know it’s gonna be a trainwreck and my sanity smothers
- It’s like she has a reverse Midas touch where everything she touches turns to shit from a butt
- And the worst part is, she keeps on trying over and over, like a sadist spying
- Inflicting pain on the world, a grand experiment before people snap and riot with intent
- And if that’s not bad enough, she’s fucking everywhere, no escape from her shrieking despair
- Every time you turn on the radio’s scream, there she is in your ears like a bad dream
- Shrieking about breakups or some stupid plight, no one with half a brain gives a fuck, right?
- Infesting the airwaves like a virus that’s grown, we just can’t shake her off, it’s a plague of her own
- And don’t even talk to me about her social media pride, she’s plastered all over it and there’s nowhere to hide
- Like a rash that won’t go away, a disease that spreads, you’d think she was a saint but it’s all in their heads
- In reality, she’s just a leech, sucking life from the scene with one shitty song at a time, making the industry lean
- And that fashion sense, if you can call it that, what the fuck is she thinking, what a rat
- Parading around in clothes that look a mess like picked out by a blind raccoon in distress
- Dresses like a teenager raiding a thrift store and people praise her for it, it’s a bore
- Are you serious? It’s embarrassing as hell like she’s trying so hard under some spell
- To be a fashion icon, but in reality she’s a joke, doesn’t know how to dress, it’s like she’s broke
- And let’s not even mention those ridiculous boots, she always wears them like stolen loot
- Looks like they came from a Power Rangers set, and for the love of all that’s unholy yet
- Will someone tell her to stop with the baby voice act, what in the actual fuck is that?
- Is she trying to be cute, or just plain dumb, she sounds like a moron, a thump and a hum
- Like she got kicked in the throat by a donkey no less, it’s not cute it’s just a fucking mess
- Makes me want to shove my head through a wall, every time I hear it it’s like a damn squall
- She’s trying to be innocent like a little girl lost but it’s creepy and pathetic, what a cost
- Stuck in arrested development with no escape in some hell where she can’t shape
- And her attempts at being socially aware is the fakest shit I’ve seen, it’s rare
- She jumps on every trending cause, she has no soul, she’s pretends to give a fuck but she’s playing a role
- It’s all an act, a way to look good in front of her brain dead fans, she’s understood
- They eat up her words like gospel, it’s sad, but if she gave a shit she’d do more than that
- Not just tweets or half assed speeches, but no that requires effort, something she breaches
- She’s allergic to work, too busy with her fame, too busy playing the victim, it’s all the same
- Every time something doesn’t go her way she cries like a spoiled child, what a display.
- Throwing tantrums in the store of life, it’s like every tiny setback causes strife
- Quick to cry about how hard her life is and how she’s misunderstood and how everyone’s out to diss
- Maybe if she spent less time whining and more time growing up, it’d be refining
- But no, that requires some maturity’s face and we all know that’s something she can’t embrace
- So here we are, stuck with this fucking mess, a world infested with her, yes
- Everywhere we turn she’s in our sight, she’s like a virus in the airwaves day and night
- Everything just a lie in plain sight yet the world keeps worshipping her which is a blight
- I fucking hate Ariana Grande and I guess there’s no end but just a constant decay
- We live in a world where talent’s astray, she’s the queen of fuck all but she’s leading the way
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