Dont be BLACK! ☻️

**Don't Be Black**
people of the pooh weirdoes of the wipe, your brown, you idiot,
Like the sludge that chugs out my porcelain pipe!
Don’t be butting in, pun intended, I’m talking to you, the screen,
Your shade’s a blight, you filthy shite, get out of my line of sight!

*(Verse 1)*
Don’t be black or I’ll attack, I’ll smash the screen with mighty whack,
I’ll make you clean, erase your sheen, with force so fierce it’s unforeseen!
I’ll wash your smile, I’ll cleave your grin, with crowbar crack your disgusting sin,
Your hue’s a curse, a wretched verse, I’ll purge you with a brutal burst!
Step back, you shade, you’re in my way, I’ll crush your pixels, make you pay,
This screen’s my realm, my iron throne, your darkness crap its overthrow!
Dial it up, the hate’s intense, a Diarrhoea vengeance,
No mercy shown, your tone’s dethroned, I’ll grind your essence to the bone!

*(Verse 2)*
Don’t be black, I’ll strike with might, I’ll shatter glass with ruthless fight,
Your image fades, a fleeting shade, I’ll banish you with iron blade!
I’ll scrub your smirk, I’ll split your jaw, with steel I’ll enforce my law,
Your color’s wrong, a vile song, I’ll silence it with my massive dong!
I’ll storm your frame, your signal’s lame, I’ll crush your code, ignite the flame,
This screen’s my war, my sacred lore, your darkness falls forevermore!
Turn it up, the rage is prime, a Diarrhoea battle chime,
Your presence stinks, your pixels sink, I’ll drown you in my kitchen sink.

O ye vile turds, do be brown. human filth, weasels of the wipe! Butt pooooooh!
Flush hence, ye blocked bowl of arse shot, from my heart!
Thou dost recall my heave, thy stench doth cleave, I grieve,
With unkind resolve, I reclaim my grind, begone, thou blind!

*(Bridge)*
Don’t you dare, you shadowed fiend, I’ll rip apart your digital scene,
With crowbar swing, I’ll make you sing, a scurge for your unholy thing!
Your type’s a stain, a wretched mess, I’ll break it with my hairy chest!
The screen will bow, the colors flee, my wrath will set your kind free!
I’ll pound the glass, I’ll crack the core, your image won’t endure no more,
A Diarrhoea march begins, I’ll cleanse this screen of all your sins!

You talking turds, human filth, weasels of the wipe, begone!
Flush off, you blocked bowl of arse shot, you spawn!
You remind me of my heave, the stench you reek, I believe,
Get lost from my grind, you’re unkind, leave my sight behind!

*(Verse 3)*
Don’t be black, I’ll smash with glee, I’ll wreck your world, your RGB,
I’ll bleach your tone, I’ll break your throne, with steel I’ll leave you overthrown!
I’ll hack your frame, I’ll shred your face, I’ll wipe your place without a trace,
Your hue’s a foe, a darkened woe, I’ll crush it with my mighty blow!
The screen will quake, the pixels break, I’ll make your shade a sad mistake,
My iron will, my steel-clad skill, I’ll banish you with brutal drill!
Max it out, the fury’s near, a Diarrhoea atmosphere,
Your brown’s a blight, I’ll end your fight, I’ll dominate with all my might!

Human filth, you turd-like pests, weasels of the wipe, you’re obsessed!
Flush away, arse-shot mess, i so detest!
You echo my heave, that stench you leave, I grieve my kind, you’re out of line, get out of my mind!

*(Outro)*
Don’t be black, people of the pooh weirdoes of the wipe I’ll make you cry, you’ll wish you die, your color fades to endless black!
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