K-Pop Stand Disstrack Part 2
Void
GENRE
Idols they cry, I wonder why their lives are not their own?
My day is hard and filled with sadness till' you're dancing on my phone
And I know that you'll never know my name, but with your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
Idols they cry, I wonder why their lives are not their own?
My day is hard and filled with sadness till' you're dancing on my phone
And I know that you'll never know my name, but with your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
Dear Jim
I keep on writing, but I guess you won't reply
I just wanna say you're perfect anything else is just a lie
And I'm so proud of your success man yеah you really earned it
From your facе to your clothing oh my God you're just so perfect
You really are Jim I beg you, please don't ever change
Cause if you gained too many pounds I mean, it just won't look the same
And if I ever saw you frown, I think I might just go insane
So don't you cry Jim just look and smile and for me a while
Little child, you is my fucking idol soon we'll be together down the aisle
Hand in hand that's the plan do you fucking understand
You're my man, talk to any other girl and I'mma kill them
When I lay in bed at night I see your poster on my ceiling
I want my wedding Jim so tell me what it's gonna take?
And when they take our picture you better smile until your cheekbones ache
Look me in the eyes and tell me that your really love me
That I'm your only one and that there's no one else above me
And if you don't be careful Jim, you remember Sulli?
She broke away from K-Pop and tried to talk about her health
She said the industry was bad and that we made her kill herself
That stupid bitch, what was she thinking? Trying to go against her fans so we tormented her on Twitter till she ain't gonna walk this land, till she ain't gonna breathe this air and no longer live her life
That's the power of the stans Jim we can causing suicides
Ain't that grand Jim? Look at us, we're so fucking strong
You should see what we're doing to this Void kid, who made the song
I DM'd his ass last night, but on my stan account, I'm stealth
"You made fun of suicide, bitch go and kill yourself"
He was talking about slave contracts how fucking dare he?
I don't like when people bring that shit up, 'cause it really scares me
And why does he think he can say it man we all know it needs change
But I just bought my concert tickets and I'm getting on my plane
And I just bought all of my merch, album, shirt, keep the change
And I would never support the industry I think that shit's just screwed
But I am just me, like what the fuck am I supposed to do?
We like gods Jim, should've seen that power that we had
We can cancel anybody, we even found his fucking dad
And sent him messages with death threats man I really hope he dies
And if he does, I'll say "Well man, you should've just stanned PSY"
And I sent it cause I wanted, and I sent it cause I can
I'm an anonymous K-Pop lover, and I'm your number one stan
Idols they cry, I wonder why their lives are not their own?
My day is hard and filled with sadness till' you're dancing on my phone
And I know that you'll never know my name, but with your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
Dear Dad
It's Jim writing, cause look I'm in this pickle
You remember my idol group well it seems that, that shit's just fizzled
Remember I was thirteen and we both just had that dream
That I'd be read on every paper, and I'd be seen on every screen
That was my dream dad and it was gonna change our life right?
It gave me comfort when I was in bed just like my nightlight
Regardless I thought it was harmless I was so wrong
I signed that contract, and the next day my life was so gone
A slave to that paper it was our chance at something greater
And every day I look back and wish that pen had an eraser
And I just wanted to be a star, you know, like Justin Bieber
But every time I'd fall and stumble they would slash my fucking fingers
They would hit my fucking body I worked all day, my bread was soggy
And I was always light headed shit, my diet was so strict
Coach told me I had to look very skinny for every pic
And every time we took a picture I felt like I was gonna cry
Cause coach said that I was ugly so I got surgery for my eyes
Yeah my face was so fucked up that they had to fix it
They broke my jaw, snapped my nose, the whole thing fucking lifted
Stay in line is what they told me I was a product and they sold me
Reminisce back to the old me how I got so lucky in the long run
There was ninety-nine groups this year and we was the only one
To even make a fucking song, nine months that shit's gone
Eight years of training, no more fans I think they pissed on
They've pissed off, and dad you know what, that training wasn't cheap
Eight years of life inside those camps and now my bill is looking steep
And now I got all of this debt and now I gotta pay it off
But my label knows this night club, and Jenny started there last week
But wasn't serving things to eat man I heard she was the treat
And if that's what they do to her, then what are they gonna do to me?
And now I'm really fucking screwed so I'm asking for some help
And I'm ashamed I had to do it, but I couldn't do nothing else
Idols they cry, I wonder why their lives are not their own?
My day is hard and filled with sadness till' you're dancing on my phone
And I know that you'll never know my name, but with your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
Dear Stans
If you can hear this well I'm impressed that you got this far
My name is Void, I made that diss track I wrote every bar
And every bar is what I said and every bar is what I meant
Your idols suffer inside camps while y'all just hide inside a tent
And you know the industry's fucked, but you still give them every cent
You still give them every view, what do these idols mean to you?
Yeah you really got their back, but I think it's just in the wrong way
Instead of fighting for their rights, you rather sit and spew out hate
And I feel so fucking bad cause you're so sad and so irate
Using racism as a weapon, how the fuck you call me racist?
I made a diss track on K-Pop stans not on motherfucking Asians
In my DM's y'all be hating telling me that I should die
The funeral's inside my video you acting so surprised
Why? This is simply the direct result of the demise
Ha, you need to see it with your eyes
Accept it, don't you rage, motivating you to change
Think twice every time you see the idol dancing on that stage
Not every stan is the same, but just too many are to blame
All about the numbers and the fame I think it's time we change
Corrupted minds toxic brain for every idol that you done see smiling
There's a thousand of them crying and a couple of them dying
And I'm just trying to get this shit through
When I look you in your eyes everything is just so see through
Now these children in a fuss and they ain't know what to do
You wasn't supposed to like that diss track cause that diss track was on you
My day is hard and filled with sadness till' you're dancing on my phone
And I know that you'll never know my name, but with your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
Idols they cry, I wonder why their lives are not their own?
My day is hard and filled with sadness till' you're dancing on my phone
And I know that you'll never know my name, but with your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
Dear Jim
I keep on writing, but I guess you won't reply
I just wanna say you're perfect anything else is just a lie
And I'm so proud of your success man yеah you really earned it
From your facе to your clothing oh my God you're just so perfect
You really are Jim I beg you, please don't ever change
Cause if you gained too many pounds I mean, it just won't look the same
And if I ever saw you frown, I think I might just go insane
So don't you cry Jim just look and smile and for me a while
Little child, you is my fucking idol soon we'll be together down the aisle
Hand in hand that's the plan do you fucking understand
You're my man, talk to any other girl and I'mma kill them
When I lay in bed at night I see your poster on my ceiling
I want my wedding Jim so tell me what it's gonna take?
And when they take our picture you better smile until your cheekbones ache
Look me in the eyes and tell me that your really love me
That I'm your only one and that there's no one else above me
And if you don't be careful Jim, you remember Sulli?
She broke away from K-Pop and tried to talk about her health
She said the industry was bad and that we made her kill herself
That stupid bitch, what was she thinking? Trying to go against her fans so we tormented her on Twitter till she ain't gonna walk this land, till she ain't gonna breathe this air and no longer live her life
That's the power of the stans Jim we can causing suicides
Ain't that grand Jim? Look at us, we're so fucking strong
You should see what we're doing to this Void kid, who made the song
I DM'd his ass last night, but on my stan account, I'm stealth
"You made fun of suicide, bitch go and kill yourself"
He was talking about slave contracts how fucking dare he?
I don't like when people bring that shit up, 'cause it really scares me
And why does he think he can say it man we all know it needs change
But I just bought my concert tickets and I'm getting on my plane
And I just bought all of my merch, album, shirt, keep the change
And I would never support the industry I think that shit's just screwed
But I am just me, like what the fuck am I supposed to do?
We like gods Jim, should've seen that power that we had
We can cancel anybody, we even found his fucking dad
And sent him messages with death threats man I really hope he dies
And if he does, I'll say "Well man, you should've just stanned PSY"
And I sent it cause I wanted, and I sent it cause I can
I'm an anonymous K-Pop lover, and I'm your number one stan
Idols they cry, I wonder why their lives are not their own?
My day is hard and filled with sadness till' you're dancing on my phone
And I know that you'll never know my name, but with your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
Dear Dad
It's Jim writing, cause look I'm in this pickle
You remember my idol group well it seems that, that shit's just fizzled
Remember I was thirteen and we both just had that dream
That I'd be read on every paper, and I'd be seen on every screen
That was my dream dad and it was gonna change our life right?
It gave me comfort when I was in bed just like my nightlight
Regardless I thought it was harmless I was so wrong
I signed that contract, and the next day my life was so gone
A slave to that paper it was our chance at something greater
And every day I look back and wish that pen had an eraser
And I just wanted to be a star, you know, like Justin Bieber
But every time I'd fall and stumble they would slash my fucking fingers
They would hit my fucking body I worked all day, my bread was soggy
And I was always light headed shit, my diet was so strict
Coach told me I had to look very skinny for every pic
And every time we took a picture I felt like I was gonna cry
Cause coach said that I was ugly so I got surgery for my eyes
Yeah my face was so fucked up that they had to fix it
They broke my jaw, snapped my nose, the whole thing fucking lifted
Stay in line is what they told me I was a product and they sold me
Reminisce back to the old me how I got so lucky in the long run
There was ninety-nine groups this year and we was the only one
To even make a fucking song, nine months that shit's gone
Eight years of training, no more fans I think they pissed on
They've pissed off, and dad you know what, that training wasn't cheap
Eight years of life inside those camps and now my bill is looking steep
And now I got all of this debt and now I gotta pay it off
But my label knows this night club, and Jenny started there last week
But wasn't serving things to eat man I heard she was the treat
And if that's what they do to her, then what are they gonna do to me?
And now I'm really fucking screwed so I'm asking for some help
And I'm ashamed I had to do it, but I couldn't do nothing else
Idols they cry, I wonder why their lives are not their own?
My day is hard and filled with sadness till' you're dancing on my phone
And I know that you'll never know my name, but with your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
Dear Stans
If you can hear this well I'm impressed that you got this far
My name is Void, I made that diss track I wrote every bar
And every bar is what I said and every bar is what I meant
Your idols suffer inside camps while y'all just hide inside a tent
And you know the industry's fucked, but you still give them every cent
You still give them every view, what do these idols mean to you?
Yeah you really got their back, but I think it's just in the wrong way
Instead of fighting for their rights, you rather sit and spew out hate
And I feel so fucking bad cause you're so sad and so irate
Using racism as a weapon, how the fuck you call me racist?
I made a diss track on K-Pop stans not on motherfucking Asians
In my DM's y'all be hating telling me that I should die
The funeral's inside my video you acting so surprised
Why? This is simply the direct result of the demise
Ha, you need to see it with your eyes
Accept it, don't you rage, motivating you to change
Think twice every time you see the idol dancing on that stage
Not every stan is the same, but just too many are to blame
All about the numbers and the fame I think it's time we change
Corrupted minds toxic brain for every idol that you done see smiling
There's a thousand of them crying and a couple of them dying
And I'm just trying to get this shit through
When I look you in your eyes everything is just so see through
Now these children in a fuss and they ain't know what to do
You wasn't supposed to like that diss track cause that diss track was on you
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