The Day 4chan Died
A long, long, time ago,
I can still remember how that website used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my cat
A cam, photoshop and all that
That, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.
But December fourteen made me shiver
With every pic that I’d deliver.
Bad news on the front page;
My heart welled up with roid rage.
I can remember it was me
Reading all about this faggotry,
And something touched me deep inside
The day the 4chan died.
So bye-bye, Mr. Epic Fail Guy.
Pointed my gun at the bung,
But the homepage was hung.
And them an heroes was drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that we die.
"this’ll be the day that we die."
Did moot write the book of love,
And have you lost faith in God above,
If the /b/tards tell you so?
Do you believe in An Hero,
Can 4chan save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to die real slow?
Well, I know that you're in love with moot
'Cause I heard you callin' in don't shoot
You both kicked services
Man, I dig those DoSes
I was a lonely, GenX basement buck
With a home built PC and no girl to fuck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the 4chan died
I was singin'
So bye-bye, Mr. Epic Fail Guy.
Pointed my gun at the bung,
But the homepage was hung.
And them an heroes was drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that we die.
"this’ll be the day that we die."
Now for four years we’ve been on our own
And moot grows fat in his corporate home,
But that’s not how it used to be.
When Pedobear sang for the Partyvan,
Using CP he borrowed from 4chan
And a voice that came from those who see,
Oh, since the FBI was looking down,
Pedobear stole his horny crown.
The hijack was adjourned;
The CP was returned.
And while sick fucks typed with just one hand,
The anon waited in the park,
And we sang memes in the dark
The day the 4chan died.
I was singin
So bye-bye, Mr. Epic Fail Guy.
Pointed my gun at the bung,
But the homepage was hung.
And them an heroes was drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that we die.
"this’ll be the day that we die."
Epic debasement in the 4chan casement
The anons lurked in their mother's basement
Eight hours old and failing fast
It landed foul on its ass
The /b/tards tried for a skat-like poop
With the Mootle on the sidelines making soup
Now the Bel Air tune was sweet perfume
While the /b/tards played a marching tune
We all got up to swim
Oh but we never could get in
'Cause the afros tried to block the pool
The Habbo admin we could fool
Do you recall what Mootle said
The day the 4chan died
We started singing
So bye-bye, Mr. Epic Fail Guy.
Pointed my gun at the bung,
But the homepage was hung.
And them an heroes was drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that we die.
"this’ll be the day that we die."
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future dior homme model? :B
