I'm still waiting on the proof I have ANY OTHER screen name on here.
I told you to fuck off Royalty.... I've posted videos on here, I'm not hiding like the beta bitch you are.
I will send you $500 if you can show irrefutable evidence I'm behind any screen name other than this one.
Oh, and Mentzer was a bottom bitch
No matter how pics of Mike Meth-er.....you post, no matter how big the font....
(Verse 1)
There’s a little prick named Royalty,
Thinks he’s the king of his own decree.
Scrolling through hands like a lunatic,
“Is that a gimmick? Or just a trick?”
Every day, it’s Mike Mentzer’s biceps,
Talking ‘bout form like he’s got some triceps.
But all he does is sit and cry,
“Gimmicks are fake! I’ll prove it or die!”
(Chorus)
Oh, Royalty, you sad little clown,
Flexin’ your keyboard like you’ve got a crown.
Obsessed with hands, can’t let it go,
Your kingdom’s a basement, just so you know.
(Verse 2)
Photos of knuckles, fingers, and thumbs,
Analyzing pixels ‘til your brain goes numb.
Claiming a grift, you’re so damn sure,
But the proof you find is... insecure.
“Mentzer was god,” you scream online,
Like he gave you abs and a perfect spine.
But lifting weights? You never tried,
Just tweeting ‘bout gimmicks ‘til your ego died.
(Chorus)
Oh, Royalty, you sad little clown,
Flexin’ your keyboard like you’ve got a crown.
Obsessed with hands, can’t let it go,
Your kingdom’s a basement, just so you know.
(Bridge)
You’re the king of f*** all, the lord of despair,
A throne of bullshit in your swivel chair.
Gimmicks ain’t real? Well, neither are you,
A jester of failure, your reign is through.
(Outro)
So here’s to Royalty, the gimmick king,
Obsessed with hands and every dumb thing.
Mentzer’s gone, but you’re still here,
A wannabe ruler of the blogosphere.
