Yo it’s little Roblin
Here to say farewell
Twitter’s goin down
to social media hell
I’ll no longer have a platform,
But that’s okay
I might rap again for you
On another day
It was fun while it lasted
Man, I’ll miss this app
But Elon treated his employees
similar to crap
I got shrimp in my lawn
That’s right
Two big ass prawns
Fuckers gave me a fright
I feel cornered like a pawn
But it might be alright
Showed up right at dawn
I fear they’ll stay all night
That’s right folks
The new album’s near
Comin’ up quick
Mark your calendear
It’s got 8 sick tracks
That will knock your socks
Damn right, son,
You better buy some stocks
What’s that smell?
Take a whiff. It’s a hater.
I’ll send you straight to hell.
Just get out, see ya later.
I’m tired of all you kids
Trynna steal my fuckin roll!
You’re not a fuckin goblin
You’re a another fuckin troll.
@LilRoblin
it’s my time to shine
I’m a fuckin goblin
And my rap’s divine
You’re goin down
So run, go hide
Cuz my raps are good af
I’m on fire, you are fried
Yeah that’s right it’s been a year
Since I broke the industry
I don’t do it for the fame
I just do it to be free
Just remember kids,
rap will never truly die
For as long as I am here,
And as long as you are fly
@BigGorgeousWill You can’t do that!
That’s not fair!
Thanks to you I’m bald!
I’ve got no hair!
That’s enough!
I’m done with you!
You think your tough?
Man, taste my shoe!
Lil’ Roblin?
You must be joking.
If you think I’m good,
you’re prolly toking!
Yeah
Worst god damn rapper
Think your shit smells,
Oh no, I’m crapper!
You think you’re safe
from my roasting game?
Even dissed myself,
Yeah, I’ve got no shame!
I’ll touch grass, I’ll touch moss,
But I’ll never skip a beat
At roasting you, I’m the boss
You’re a piece of prime meat!
You think that you’re a force,
in this whole rap game?
Mass without acceleration,
It’s a goddamn shame!
Damn, bringin’ up Snickers, ay?
When will you learn that cherry pickers pay?
You ever had a candy company comment on your post?
Youll get a couple likes and thats the very most
Time to take a hike, pack up and get lost
Delete the Twitter app, touch grass or some moss
200 personalities and you’ve got none
You think I’ve finished dissin you?
I’ve just begun!
Obsessed with snickers bar,
Man, don’t live in the past!
They responded to you once!
And that was the last!
Primeesque, lemonlime, biome too!
You’ve got many names!
Not just me! You!
Fumes are fumin’,
Shots have been shot
You havent heard the rest of my list
Heres what I got:
RNN, Rupert, Robbus Rangus too
I’m gonna absolutely crush each and every one of you
200 faces, it may be fun
Jack of all trades, master of none!
You must think you’re really funny,
Stop attacking all my fans!
Your claim is quite disputed,
MORE ICONIC THAN MY VANS!?
While your rhythm was a bop,
You were just a one hit wonder!
After Roblin’s through with you
You will be buried, six feet under!
Tool? hmmm, i think not
Your ass kickin’s worse than the words youve taught
To each and every one of your Twitter fans
Makin’ em even worse than screamin’ Dream stans
I’m sorry that ive become an obstruction to your plans
Becomin’ more iconic than your yacht club Vans