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 'cos 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. Fucking 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?!