🎵 Title: “Red Card, Shuon”
[Intro]
Yeah, Shuon, you really thought this was funny, huh?
You keep blowin’ up my phone like a halftime crowd,
Alright — play stupid games, win stupid rhymes.
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[Verse 1]
Every day, same ping, same sound,
Another football meme — boy, calm down.
I said stop, but you don’t hear the tone,
You’re out here playin’ striker on my phone.
You think it’s cute, but it’s straight-up lame,
You’re tryna score goals in an annoyance game.
I told you once — read the signs,
This ain’t the World Cup, it’s Cerys time.
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[Chorus]
🚫 Red card, Shuon, you’re outta line,
Stop tryna cross that message line.
You think you’re slick, but you’re just offside,
Sending football texts till your pride’s denied.
Red card, Shuon, this ain’t your pitch,
You talk too much — now watch me switch.
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[Verse 2]
Every “goal” you send just misses the net,
Bro, your DMs? Full of regret.
You’re hyped on stats, I’m hyped on tracks,
You chase scores, I chase plaques.
It’s like you think I care who scored,
When I’m out here workin’, you’re just bored.
You think my anger’s “cool”? That’s cute —
Guess I’ll rhyme you out in your own pursuit.
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[Bridge]
You wanted attention — well, congrats, my dude,
But now you’re the punchline, not the mood.
Next time you text, maybe think twice,
‘Cause I drop bars, not football advice.
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[Chorus – Final]
Red card, Shuon, I’ve had enough,
Your talk’s offbeat, your memes are rough.
You thought I’d rage, but I flipped the script,
Now your “cool act” just got clipped.
Red card, Shuon, time to sub out,
Game’s over, I’ve won this bout.
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[Outro]
So next time you flex that football flair,
Remember who really runs it here.
‘Cause while you spam my phone for fun,
I write hits — you just get spun. ⚡️