Dear Joe (Tray Got Somethin’ To Say)

Well he stared at the mic like it owed him a shot

Had manic thoughts in his head, yeah that’s all he’s got

Told himself, “When the truth comes out though…”

But the truth is, Tray ain’t built for Joe

He blames Danny Jones for slammin’ the door

Said “That was my ride, now I ain’t got no more”

Swears he’ll be meaner to the folks who doubt

But tantrums and bitch-posting ain’t a ticket out

Like a kid in the aisle with a stomp and a scream

Cryin’ “They stole my spotlight and my dream!”

But Joe don’t do guests who act like ginger hard-ons

And certainly not ones who get cucked at Cosmic nerd cons

Wake up now, Ashton - you ain’t ever goin’ on Rogan

No you won’t ever sit in the same seat Joe gave Hulk Hogan

Being insufferable and entitled don’t entitle you to shit

The world don’t owe a damn thing, to a ginger half-wit

And buddy, this ain’t dark forces, tryin’ to silence you —

This is just reality sayin’ - “Your ten minutes are through”

You say someday we’ll all proclaim “Ashton Forbes was right”

But it won’t be because of Rogan’s studio lights

He bought a mic, he built a fake sea vee

Called himself a self-taught physics P H D

Throws big words ‘round like they’re some magic spell

And that Joe would be into the fake free energy devices Tray tries to sell

But he’s just another grifter, and unremarkable at that

He couldn’t even sell his tales to folks who think the Earth is flat

Yeah he’s runnin’ outta marks, willing to buy his bullshit

So he’s desperate to go on Rogan, thinking that’ll be his ticket.

Wake up now, Ashton - you ain’t ever goin’ on Rogan

No you won’t ever sit in the same seat Joe gave Hulk Hogan

Being insufferable and entitled don’t entitle you to shit

The world don’t owe a damn thing, to a ginger half-wit

And buddy, this ain’t dark forces, tryin’ to silence you —

This is just reality sayin’ - “Your ten minutes are through”

You say someday we’ll all proclaim “Ashton Forbes was right”

But it won’t be because of Rogan’s studio lights

You say “They’ll all see, once the truth’s laid bare”

“Why didn’t they believe the whole Gorgon Stare?”

“Someday they’ll say you were right” — that, you swear —

But little Ashy, Rogan ain’t gonna help get you there

Oh, Tray, little Ashton, the Joe Rogan train’s left the station

And you’re still a manic ginger, who got cucked on vacation

So keep burning your bridges, set ‘em all on fire

The problem certainly can’t be that you ain’t shit but a liar

Go and do your thing on X and Reddit - nobody gives two shits

We’re just watching with pity and popcorn all your unhinged fits

You say, “My truth would ring out, if only this world weren’t so fucked”

Yeah - and in a just world, your bitch ass wouldn’t get cucked.

So pour one out for your dying grifting dreams

And go on melting down, bust apart at the seams

Leaking DM’s and throwin’ tantrums? — You won’t get anywhere that way

Alright, that’s enough already — just shut the fuck up, Tray