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[Intro]
(Yeah)
Christmas came early, huh
Susano in the cut
Plumpy, listen up
[Verse 1]
You 25
Act 55
Same T-shirt
Same dead eyes
Same game, same chair
Same cheap fries
Say you wanna win
But you live in lies
Belly on the desk
Hope in the trash
Scroll all day
Dreams on splash
Say “next year”
Like it’s some pass
Clock still ticking
You still last
You call it “bulking”
I call it “stuck”
Call it “bad luck”
I call it “duck”
You dodge mirrors
Dodge hard stuff
But you can’t dodge truth
It’s you, my guy, tough
[Chorus]
Christmas came early, Plumpy
This the gift you hate to hear
I’m the ghost of your excuses
Standing right inside your fear
Christmas came early, Plumpy
Ugly truth, no candy cane
You can stay the joke forever
Or get up and change your name (hey!)
[Verse 2]
Fat, bald, “loser”
Your words, not mine
But you tattoo that shame
On your own thin spine
Wear it like armor
Then ask “why me”
You married your limits
Then beg to be free
You ain’t cursed
You just comfy, bro
Warm little coffin
Same old show
You laugh at yourself
‘Cause it hurts too deep
You roast your reflection
Then you go to sleep
You need wins?
Then bleed for one
Push that plate
Walk, don’t run
One less order
One more rep
Five small steps
That’s your prep
[Chorus]
Christmas came early, Plumpy
This the gift you hate to hear
I’m the ghost of your excuses
Standing right inside your fear
Christmas came early, Plumpy
Ugly truth, no candy cane
You can stay the joke forever
Or get up and change your name
[Bridge]
You ain’t a meme, you a man
(you a man)
You ain’t a punchline
You a plan
(you a plan)
You want respect?
Then earn your breath
Kill that version
Scared of death
[Verse 3]
Reroll, my guy?
You don’t get that spin
You stuck with this body
But you choose your win
You can’t change the past
Or the missing hair
But you can change
Who’s standing there
So cry your tears
Then clean your room
Mourn that life
You almost doomed
Next year laughs
If you stay the same
Today’s the only
Player in this game
[Chorus]
Christmas came early, Plumpy
This the truth, not pretty, not sweet
Either die inside your comfort
Or drag your courage to its feet
Christmas came early, Plumpy
This the gift that feels like flame
You can burn into a winner
Or stay wrapped up in your shame (ooh)
[Outro]
Susano done talking
Choices on you
Fat, bald “loser”
Or fat heart, new truth
You need to win?
Then start right here
Christmas came early
Make next year fear you, clear
Details
GeneratedMar 8, 2026
Duration3:32
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Gritty boom-bap drums with distorted punk bass and soulful gospel stabs; male vocals switching between sharp-tongue rap and melodic, strained hooks. Verses stay dry and upfront, almost spoken at points, then explode into a shouted, gang-vocal chorus. Occasional organ swells and vinyl-style crackle to glue hip hop, punk, and soul into one raw, motivational ride., hip hop, soul, punk, harsh
Credits
Prompt by
Plumpy
PlumpyModelAria v5
Prompt
Susano telling plumpy "Christmas came early this year reroll my guy" Susano is super blunt and gives a harsh reality to a 25 year old fat bald loser plumpy. He needs to win., rap, hip hop, punk, soul
