Cancel Me Louder

(Intro – manic laugh, distorted)
Yeah…
Turn me up.
If I’m the villain, at least give me surround sound.

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(Verse 1 – rapid, chaotic internal rhyme)
I sneeze wrong — “He’s toxic!”
Breathe too hard — “That’s problematic!”
Trip on a word — automatic
Public execution by hashtag addicts.

Got a doctorate in outrage culture,
PhD in digital vultures,
Circle the feed like birds of torture,
Peck at a tweet like “Yup, we caught ya!”

Context dead in a shallow grave,
Nuance drowned in a tidal wave,
One wrong joke and they barricade
Your whole career in a Twitter cage.

I blink — that’s microaggression,
I think — that’s power oppression,
I speak — that’s toxic expression,
I’m quiet — “See? That’s a confession!”

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(Hook – loud, chant-like)
Go ahead — CANCEL ME LOUDER!
Turn that whisper to a crowd-er!
Build that scaffold even prouder —
You need a villain? I’ll be louder.

Cancel me louder! Say it with your chest!
Righteous rage in a comment thread vest,
If I’m the problem, do your best —
But don’t act flawless in your protest.

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(Verse 2 – darker, meaner tone)
Everybody tough behind a screen door,
Keyboard Thor with a meme sword,
Moral high ground leased, not owned,
Virtue financed, interest grown.

You preach love with a clenched-up jaw,
Scream “Be kind!” while you sharpen the law,
Build a bonfire outta one bad flaw,
Then dance around it screaming “HAW HAW HAW!”

I ain’t your project, mascot, pawn,
Not your redemption coupon,
You want control — that’s what you’re on,
Power trip in a neon thong.

Say “be yourself” — with asterisks,
Terms apply if you fit the script,
Step outside of the hive-mind clique?
Watch the halo turn to a pitchfork quick.

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(Bridge – eerie calm)
Maybe we’re all just scared to fall,
So we build a villain to blame it all…
Maybe the mob ain’t brave at all —
Just loud enough to sound tall.

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(Final Verse – completely unhinged energy spike)
Fine — I’ll be the bad dream fuel,
Poster child for the outdated fool,
Tattoo “controversial” across my skull
Since subtlety died and nuance null.

But I won’t beg for digital grace,
From faceless gods with a profile face,
If I go down, I’ll go full blaze —
Mic in my hand, middle of the maze.

You want perfect? Build a clone.
You want silence? Turn off your phone.
You want control? Start at home —
Before you throw stones from a glass iPhone.

If I’m insane for thinking free,
At least it’s honest insanity —
Better than polished hypocrisy
Wrapped in a bow of “morality.”

Rap, Eminem style rap, male