Song Righter

* No idea what tune it will have, wrote this outta boredom. Some parts may be shout-rapped.

What, is your band gonna do covers?
Have you no creative juices?
Have you no mind-bending powers?
Does your song lack needed spices?

Then call me!
The songwriter
Just call me
The love faker

I shall write your chorus and your verse
Chorus! Verse! Whichever goes first
Girls will drool and thirst
You’ll enter the chart at first

Max Martin? Aging Swedes
Diane Warren gives me nosebleeds
Babyface croons to fourth base
All this sickens my lovely taste

I’m facing competition
From you mister, self-proclaimed songwriter!
I’m not getting commission
Well big deal loser, my sh** is tighter

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