Folks, I'd like to sing a song about the Anonymous Dream
About me, about (you)s
About the way our Anonymous hearts beat when >we get a reply on one of our posts
About that special feeling we get in the cockles of our hearts
Maybe below the cockles
Maybe in the sub cockle area
Maybe in the liver, maybe in the kidneys
Maybe even in the colon, we don't know
I'm just a regular post
-er on /hlgg/
I'm your average white
-er skinned EOP
I like collbas and idols and posts that have porn
I've been posting here kid
before /vt/ was born
My merch and my vods
my pics and my streams
My 4chanX plugin
and a Towa OP
But sometimes, I don't take enough
of my anti-psychotic meds
(Oh, no, no way, uh-uh)
No, I gotta reply to myself
to get the spotlight I crave
(Whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I timeloop my rrats 16 hours a day
While anons replying are posting ogey
I'm a schizo (He's a schizo, what a schizo)
I'm a schizo (He's a schizo, such a schizo)
I'll use my smart fridges, reset my IP
I make a giant mass reply, thinking, "LMAO, rent-free"
I'm a schizo (He's a schizo, what a schizo)
I'm a schizo (He's the thread's biggest schizo)
Sometimes, I link to offtopic places
While offtopic anons post offtopic faces
I'm a schizo (He's a schizo, what a schizo)
I'm a schizo (He's a real fucking schizo)
Maybe I shouldn't be making these posts
Ranting and raving and yelling at ghosts
Maybe they're right saying I move goalposts...
Nah
I'm a schizo (He's a schizo, what a schizo)
I'm a schizo (He's the thread's biggest schizo)
You know what I'm gonna do?
I'm gonna get myself a yacht off the coast of Japan
Rig the HVAC with experimental aphrodisiacs
And all cat semen interior
And enough guns and ammunition to start World War Three (Yeah)
And I'm gonna sail that baby to the South China Sea
Makin' one post per minute
Sucking down freshly baked croissants from Costco
while blasting my self made text to speech rap from the speakers
And when I'm done sucking off my femboy cosplayers
I'm gonna write up a list of inconsequential numbers
And then I'm gonna toss that list all over the catalog
And there ain't a goddamn thing anybody can do about it
You know why? Because we've got the mods, that's why
Two words: unpaid fucking janitors, okay?
Nijsanji, Vshojo, Phase, they can have all the unity they want
They can have a big unity cakewalk
Right through the middle of Tiananmen Square
And it won't make a lick of difference
Because we've got the mods, okay?
Kiryu Coco's not dead, she's frozen
And as soon as we get rid of China
We're gonna redebut Kaichou, and she's gonna be pretty pissed off
You know why?
Have you ever had creative freedom?
Well, multiply that by fifteen million views
That's how pissed off Kaicho's gonna be
I'm gonna get Coco, and Uruha Rushia
And Mano Aloe, and Tsukumo Sana, and a case of whiskey
And drive down to Cover and
(Hey! You know, you really are a schizo!)
Why don't you just shut up and sing the song, pal?
I'm a schizo (He's a schizo, what a schizo)
I'm a schizo (He's the thread's biggest schizo)
S-C-H-I-Z-O YEAH, ME
Everybody
S-C-H-I-Z-O YEAH, ME
I'm a schizo, and I'm proud of it
