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Lazy Fuckers Diss
- It’s honestly laughable, no, it’s fucking tragic, how absurdly low the bar has dropped around here
- It’s like watching a magic trick, but the only thing that disappears is basic decency, year after year
- Watching them flail about trying to piece together coherent thoughts is like watching a drunk pigeon attempt ballet
- It’s a pitiful spectacle, a clumsy parade, like a circus where all of the clowns ran away
- It’s not just embarrassing, it’s a public fucking service announcement about the dangers of unchecked stupidity
- It’s a flashing red warning light screaming, "This is what happens when you celebrate mediocrity
- You and your ilk wander through life in some half conscious stupor, barely scraping together the cognitive capacity to tie your fucking shoes
- Meanwhile, the rest of us carry the weight of your mess, like janitors cleaning up after a parade of fools
- It’s a goddamn miracle you manage to breathe without explicit instructions
- It’s like your brain’s on permanent vacation, lost somewhere between confusion and malfunction
- Evolution must be kicking itself in the dick for letting you slip through the cracks
- You’re the reason progress keeps getting dragged back in sacks
- You’re the kind of person who thinks "hard work" is updating your bio on social media
- And then wonders why success treats you like a ghost at a pizzeria
- The kind of person who'd drown in a kiddie pool and somehow blame the pool
- The type to trip over flat ground and sue the whole damn school
- Your laziness isn't just offensive, it’s a goddamn biological hazard
- It spreads like a virus, leaving everything around you battered
- You’re the wet fart in the symphony of existence
- A sour note in life's grand dance of persistence
- And don't get me started on your desperate little cries for validation
- They echo like bad karaoke at a doomed celebration
- Every dumbass opinion you vomit out is treated like gospel in whatever sad little echo chamber you haunt
- While critical thought packs its bags and leaves without even a taunt
- Your opinions are about as valuable as a used condom at a church fundraiser
- About as welcome as a cockroach in a wedding cake's icing layer
- This isn’t superiority, this is survival, it’s mental triage
- Sifting through your nonsense like wreckage after a sabotage
- So sit the fuck down, close your mouth, and bask in the glow of someone who actually understands how pitifully microscopic your existence really is
- Because standing next to you is like towering over an ant screaming about how big it is
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