Exodia: The Everlasting Nogstopper - Generational Curse (Eminem Parody).

Exodia: The Everlasting Nogstopper - Generational Curse (Eminem Parody).

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
The Niglets, a sorry sight, offspring of disgrace,
Raised in the shadow of failure, what a waste.
Sheboon's brood, from different fathers they came,
But they'll inherit the legacy of their parents' shame.

Spawned from The Nickers, absentee dads by design,
The Niglets left to fend, in chaos they'll dine.
Sheboon's offspring, a reflection of her strife,
Born into dysfunction, a cursed life.

[Chorus]
The Niglets, a generation lost in the fray,
Inherited dysfunction, they'll never find their way.
From Sheboon's womb, they emerge with a curse,
A lineage of failure, they'll only make it worse.

[Verse 2]
The Niglets, a sorry breed, doomed from the start,
Bearing the burden of their parents' violent banes,
With Sheboon's venom coursing through their veins,
They'll carry on the cycle of digging their graves.

From The Nickers' incompetence to Sheboon's neglect,
The Niglets inherit the fallout, what a wreck.
No hope for redemption, no chance to break free,
In the cesspool of dysfunction, is where they'll forever be.

[Chorus]
The Niglets, a generation lost in the fray,
Inherited dysfunction, they'll never find their way.
From Sheboon's womb, they emerge with a curse,
A lineage of failure, they'll only make it worse.

[Verse 3]
The Niglets, a pack of thieves, it's plain to see,
Product of broken homes, no chance to break free.
Raised in the chaos of The Nickers' reign,
Their future tainted by their parents' disdain.

Sheboon's kids, with resentment in their eyes,
Raised on animosity, fed with lies, they're aiming for their day to die.
From one generation to the next, the cycle repeats,
The Niglets, destined for defeat.

Inheriting their parents' failures, it's their lot,
Trapped in a web of dysfunction, they're caught.
No escape from the legacy they've been dealt,
The Niglets, destined to live unfelt.

[Chorus]
The Niglets, a generation lost in the fray,
Inherited dysfunction, they'll never find their way.
From Sheboon's womb, they emerge with a curse,
A lineage of failure, they'll only make it worse.

[Bridge]
Born into chaos, bred in despair,
The Niglets' future, beyond repair.
A legacy of shame, they'll carry the weight,
A generation doomed, it's their fate.

[Outro]
So here's to The Niglets, a stain on the name,
Bearing the burden of their parents' shame.
With dysfunction as their birthright, they'll carry on,
A sorry breed, in darkness they'll spawn until they're all finally gone.

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