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