[Verse 1]
If I was a worm, man, I wouldn’t last long,
Born wrong, built wrong, survival set to “gone.”
I’m dumb, squishy, slow, barely moving an inch,
One warm breeze and I’m cooked in a pinch.
Layin’ there stiff in my Cheeto curl pose,
Heat hits once and the whole show goes.
Cooked in the open like a Hot Pocket on the sidewalk,
Jerky on the pavement, can’t even walk.
Every crawl I try is a certified loss,
Nature watching like “kid, get tossed.”
I flop, I fry, I fail on repeat,
Evolution benched me — no elite.
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[Pre-Hook]
Every inch I move is a comedy bit,
Gravity laughing like “look at this shit.”
Life said thrive — but skipped over me,
I’m the clearance-rack worm nobody would free.
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[Hook]
Sidewalk Hot Pocket, sizzling slow,
Sunset turning me into microwaved woe.
Cheeto curl champion with nowhere to be,
Jerky on the pavement — tragic debris.
Sidewalk Hot Pocket, destiny baked,
Respawned wrong—biology mistake.
Ask if I’ll thrive? You know the plea:
I’m built fragile…
the budget version of me.
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[Verse 2]
Birds pass by like “nah, he’s done,”
Even predators know I’m no fun.
Rainstorm floods me, sunshine fries,
I’m worm roadkill under open skies.
Trip on a leaf? That’s a fatal quest,
Stumble on dirt? Man, give it a rest.
If brains were cash, I’d be in debt,
If toughness was skill, I ain’t learned it yet.
Kids with sticks start a whole new arc,
Season finale: “Worm vs Park.”
Every day’s a hazard, every crawl’s a plea,
I’m the tutorial boss nobody should be.
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[Pre-Hook 2]
Every path is danger, every inch a fight,
Even rainwater’s like “bro… goodnight.”
Universe laughing at my biography—
Featuring the worm… built at half quality.
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[Hook – Final]
Sidewalk Hot Pocket, doomed on sight,
Cheeto curl folded, no will to fight.
Dumb, squishy, slow, curled up like debris,
I’m a worm-shaped L…
animated tragedy.
Jerky on the pavement, sizzling free,
Destiny roasting the cheap version of me.
Ask if I’ll make it? Look and see—
I’m nature’s typo…
a tragic lil’ me.
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