>>161054HEY YO, check it, it's a tale from the streets, French scene,
Ladies marchin', chantin' loud, livin' that refugee dream,
"Welcome all!" they scream, signs high, hearts so green,
Votin' for the borders open, thinkin' it's supreme.
They wave them flags, "No hate, no fence!" they yell,
Callin' out the dudes who warn 'em, "Y'all incels!
Small dicks, insecure, go cry in your shell!"
But the plot's 'bout to twist, this ain't no fairy tale.
(Beat drops, bass thumps, it's gettin' real gritty)
African men roll in, streets turnin' wild and shifty,
Some ain't here for peace, nah, they movin' too swiftly,
Grabbin', harassin', leavin' women feelin' iffy.
"Oh no!" they cry, "This ain't what we meant!"
From "Refugees welcome!" to "Where's the government?"
Runnin' through the chaos, skirts flappin' in the wind,
Now they see the consequence of ideals they defend.
CHORUSstreets turn wild, now they're dodgin' the spree,
Dreams of utopia crashin', screamin', "This ain't me!"
Kickin' and flailin', callin' incels they dissed,
"Help us, boys!"-nah, they laugh, "You made this mess!"
Part 2
Yo, we back with the saga, part two, let's dive,
French girls wildin', their dreams took a nosedive!
Thought they'd save the world, nah, that was a front,
Chasin' thrills, wantin' spice, yeah, they blunt.
"Refugees welcome!"-less love, more like lust,
Wanted bad boys clashin', blood spillin' in dust.
Thought they'd sit back, watch the chaos unfold,
But now they're single moms, stories untold.
Economy's tankin', feminism's weight on the scale,
Jobs dried up, now they're broke, plans derailed.
Raisin' mixed kids, no daddy in sight,
Bills pilin' high, they're up late at night.
OnlyFans callin', "Time to cash in, let's go!"
But the game's oversaturated, they're stealin' the show.
Bonnie Blue, Lily Philips, they set the bar high,
Piss scenes? Done that! Ain't enough to get by.
Hundred men, thousand men, still can't pay rent,
Chasin' that bag, but their dignity's spent.
They're posin', they're flexin', but the views don't stack,
'Cause every girl's doin' it-ain't no turnin' back.
These girls wanted chaos, thought it'd be a thrill,
Now they're stuck in the rubble, poppin' dreams like a pill.
No knight in armor, no simp to play nice,
Just a webcam, some filters, and a roll of the dice.
French girls learnin', life's a merciless game,
You reap what you sow, now who's left to blame?
They turn to the men they dissed, like, "Help us, please!"
Those "incel" boys they mocked, sippin' coffee with ease,
"Nah, sis," they say, "you cooked this stew, now eat,
You wanted open borders, now deal with the heat."
French girls shook, like, "This ain't our fault, yo!"
But the streets don't lie, truth hittin' like a low blow,
They screamed for inclusion, now they're duckin' in fright,
Thought they'd save the world, but they're losin' the fight.
Now they're LARP-in' as Christians, cross necklaces on,
Cross on the neck, prayin' for a cuck to arrive.
"Lookin' for a savior, someone to raise my mutt!"
But the men they dissed? They're like, "Yo, door's shut."
Tryna fist-fight men? Yo, that battle's never won.
They're swingin' with passion, but it's lookin' real sad,
Like a Chihuahua barkin' at a pitbull gone mad,
The streets stay ruthless, no savior in sight,
French women learnin' now: ideals don't win fights.
So here's the moral, yo, delivered with a grin,
Think twice 'fore you vote for chaos to begin,
You might get what you want, but it comes with a cost,
Now you're screamin' for help, but your heroes are lost.
(Beat slows, mic drops, crowd's goin' wild)
Eminem-style, I'm out, peace to the exiled!
2Pac: Aight, yo, what's good? France is straight implodin', man. These women out here votin' for chaos, tearin' down what men built. Thought they'd get some Jason Luv-type alpha between their legs, now they're stuck with nothin' but regrets.
DMX: (growls) Man, they wild for that! Wanted empires to crumble just for some thrill. You see 'em marchin', "Refugees welcome!"-but it wasn't love, Pac. They was chasin' that bad boy vibe, thinkin' it's a game. Now they single moms, raisin' mixed kids, economy's trashed. What they expect?
Eminem: Yo, it's deeper than that, dog. They got brainwashed young, man. Them flicks-Brazzers, that Lisa ass massage scene, "Fuck, stop telephonin' me!"-government probably looped that shit on repeat! They saw it as kids, thought gettin' spread with a thumb up their ass was the dream. Now they're on OnlyFans, fuckin' for pennies, 'cause Bonnie Blue and Lily Philips already did it all.
2Pac: (leans back) Real shit, Em. They thought it'd be fun, right? Like, "Yo, let's watch these dudes fight, Jason Luv style, while we sip wine." But now they're screamin', "This ain't what we signed up for!" Economy's in the gutter, 'cause their feminism tanked it. You gotta bang a hundred, a thousand dudes just to eat. Ain't no thumb, it's pain when it's money on the line.
DMX: (barks) Pain! That's the word, man! They was hypnotized by that Blue is the Warmest Color joint too. Adèle, Léa Seydoux-hot as fuck, no cap. But that gooner Kechiche? He made that movie for his own damn fantasies. Best moment of his life, meanwhile these girls turned lesbian for clout, chasin' that vibe. Now they're like, "Oh shit, this ain't a movie, this hurts!"
Eminem: (grinning) Yo, Kechiche probably still braggin' 'bout that film at gooner conventions. But check it-these women laughed at the dudes who built the empire, called 'em incels, small-dick losers. Now they're LARP-in' as Christian wives, rockin' cross necklaces, huntin' for a cuck to save 'em and their kids. But them dudes? They're like, "Nah, you broke it, you fix it."
2Pac: (nods) Straight up. They thought it was all a game, like porn and French films was real life. Wanted to see men kill each other, thought it'd be sexy. Now they're alone, kids cryin', OnlyFans ain't payin', 'cause every girl's doin' the same shit. You can't out-freak Bonnie Blue, man-she already did the piss scene!
DMX: (laughs) Yo, they tried, though! But it's over. France is done, Europe's burnin'. They tore down what men like us built, for what? A fantasy that don't exist. Now they prayin' to God, but the streets don't care. You reap what you sow, and they sowed a damn mess.
Eminem: (spits quick) Mess is right. It's a tragedy wrapped in a comedy, like a bad script. They thought they'd rule with alpha dudes, but now they're just stats on a webcam, prayin' for a bailout. Movies ain't reality, but they learned too late. France is the warning-don't let dreams wreck the game.
2Pac: (raises his glass) Word. To empires we built, and the lessons they learnin'. Let's bounce-this beat's callin' for a track.
(DMX barks in agreement, Em smirks, and they dap up as the beat fades out, ready to hit the booth and spit fire about the collapse.)