Once upon a time in a land full of fools,
Where the weak get played and the strong make the rules,
I'll spin you a tale with a twist that's so mean,
Insulting five types that'll make your blood steam.
First up are the hoes, oh what a sad sight,
They ain't worth a damn, just a trick in the night.
Why they ain't shit? 'Cause they lie and they scheme,
Chasin' that bag while they shatter your dream.
What they good for? Just a quick little ride,
Then they bounce to the next, leavin' nothin' but pride.
Hoes in the castle, hoes in the moat,
All fake as a fairy, they'll slit your own throat.
Next come the broke niggas, beggin' all day,
Always askin' for somethin', got nothin' to pay.
Stealin' your shit when your back's turned around,
Borrow a dollar, but it never comes down.
They lounge in the tavern, moochin' off ale,
Promisin' payback, but it's always a fail.
Broke as the beggar outside the king's gate,
They'll rob you blind, then say it's just fate.
Third in the line are the snitches so sly,
Rattin' out secrets, makin' good folks cry.
They whisper to dragons, betrayin' their kin,
For a scrap of gold or a pat on the chin.
Why they ain't loyal? 'Cause fear rules their heart,
They flip like a coin when the troubles do start.
Good for nothin' but feedin' the crows,
Snitches get stitches in this fairy tale prose.
Fourth are the haters, green-eyed and bitter,
Watchin' your glow while they sit and they twitter.
They curse your success from their dark little den,
Prayin' you fall so they rise up again.
Spittin' that venom like witches' foul brew,
But deep down they're empty, nothin' shines through.
Good for a laugh when they trip on their spite,
Haters gonna hate in the dead of the night.
Last but not least, the fakers so fake,
Pretendin' they're friends till they make their mistake.
Smilin' in daylight, but plottin' your end,
Stealin' your thunder, callin' you "friend."
Why they ain't real? 'Cause their soul's made of glass,
One little crack and they shatter en masse.
Good for a lesson in who not to trust,
Fakers fade fast in the wind and the dust.
And that's the end of this insulting rhyme,
Five types of trash in a fairy tale time.
If you see yourself here, well, too bad for you,
Change up your ways or stay stuck in the brew!
