Mitch

Thirty-one years old still sleepin’ at mum’s,
Built like a couch cushion glued to the crumbs.
Lazy all day, never liftin’ a finger,
Dream-chasin’ failed so the jealousy lingers.
Bushy eyebrows look like two dead cats,
Squashed-up nose like it lost to a bat.
Bald squash head with the permanent glare,
Walks in a room and kills all the air.
Big baby energy, tantrums on cue,
Cries when the spotlight ain’t pointed at you.
Talks like a boss but achieves basically nothin’,
Whole life peak while everybody else stuntin’.
Still askin’ mum what he’s havin’ for tea,
Thirty-one years old with no dignity.
Jealous of everybody doin’ better than him,
Bitter little mindset, permanently grim.
Thinks he’s feared but he’s mostly a joke,
Built like stress in a second-hand coat.
Loud online but in person stays shy,
Background NPC just wastin’ Wi-Fi.

Dark rap, Aggressive, Dark, Slow (66-76 BPM), Erratic, Upbeat