The Streisand Effect

We’ll never end with the low cost gain of a soulless pig sty
Cutting corners while they tear it’s life to shreds
Straight from the ass of a greedy
Spineless problematic dread

But it only works 'cause we feed their empty pockets
Angry mobs, it reconciles our primal rise
Feeding burning money as it drops

All the clout has made the demon tantalized
(Watch it grow with your fumes)
Take the time to wonder why
(And maybe cut the bullshit!)

If we could turn our eyes towards the prize
We’ll clean the dirt from our hands
Make them starve of attention
And free the wallet’s bind

If we stop advertising, commercializing
Their advocated discourse
We can kill the remorse

I made this song in a day
And lemme guess, you found it
(Disguised as shit to sell these words, it’s so confounded)
There’s gold in better places now
You just have to find it
The effect of Streisand still repeats

Oh but look there is a red man
Holy shit, this game is great
It's changed my life and I'm only eight!
Oh wait, everyone says it's bad
Now I'm supposed to hate

Time to make a burner account
And swamp everyone with death threats
Your game sucks ass and you should d-
Oh wait, It sold more
Shit!

Well gosh darn I messed it up, I should give it up
But instead I’ll rage on your tweets
Show my refund receipt
Make an alt account and repeat

One day I’ll eat my actions and make retractions
When called out for double standards
Ignorance is bliss
Until accountability goes dismissed

I made this song in a day
And you can’t make any friends in five
(You need a gun to use your mouth
And it doesn’t make you more alive)
Ignore that shit heap long ago
There’s gold just find it
Or the effect of Streisand will engrave in the sand

Play the first chapter! I wanted more
Play the second chapter! I wanted more
And play the third chapter! I wanted more
They stopped making more, I still wanted more!

So I doxxed their parents (Wanted more!)
I defemated their pets (I wanted more!)
I pulled out my gun, and I-

Wait, woah! The fuck is wrong with you? Jesus, guns down!
Just, step- step over here
What the fuck is wrong with you?
You don't just pull out a gun in the office whenever you want, it's not cool!
Come on dude, do better

What, what are you staring at me for?

Oh. Oh, yeah sure, co- course
It's rich coming from the guy who said: Don't eat ass in the halls
I- I get it, I get it
No means yes
Fine, I get it

What, you think I'm just stalling for time?
Hell does that- serve, anyway?
I bet you think it's just so you can't refund the seconds I wasted
Screw you, man
Screw, j- look
Just just keep the gun to yourself
Don't bring us into this I want to keep my job

Thank you
Just do better, fuckin' hell

Anyway what are we on about? Oh, yeah, shit

Big green man is coming for you!
Is that what you wanted to hear from my song of Banban?!