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“Create a parody of Yeat's Out the way about running for class president. Details” (2 conversations)
toxic
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Mar 19, 2024 at 5:50 PM PDT
United States
, California
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Create a parody of Yeat's Out the way about running for class president. Details you might include: all of the other candidates are more popular than me. Im not well known in the school. I don't have a fanbase, i haven't done any promotion or campaigning( no posters, sticker or fliers) at my school. Breathe's lyrics: pull up lil' bitch like-, pull up lil' bitch like, yeah, huh I bought a Urus today, uh-huh Paint it all yellow, look like a bird (I-I'm-) Inside big body, two times two, my money, bitch All I got, yeah (I-I'm working on dying) I make money, my thot-thot-thot 'Bout to fold that money all up (ooh, BNYX) Yeah, I'm swervin' it daily (ooh, oh) Yeah, I'm causin' a madness (ooh, oh) Yeah, I'm fuckin' the baddest, uh Yeah, I bought me the Crowdless (ooh, oh) I bought me the gems Yeah, I never need practice (ooh, oh) My money gon' double or triple Yeah, your money subtractin' (ooh, oh) Yeah, peeled off on the jakes Peeled off on the cops Peeled off on a swerve (ooh, oh) Yeah, I ain't even fuckin' with nobody Bitch got a crib in the 'burbs (ooh, oh) Yeah, this shit could've gone so bad This shit could've gotten worse, yeah (ooh, oh) Yeah, free YSL out the chain gang, big fuck 12, they birds (brr) I ran up my money the most I'm richer than all of them nerds (yeah) Yeah, I'm flexin' a big bankroll These knots in my pockets, it hurt (big bankroll) I had to chase it, the Tonka, the vision Kept rippin' the car 'til it burn (skrrt) 24-7, I steady be poppin' these pillies, these mo'fuckin' Percs
CHATBOT
To the tune of ambition, not quite known, I declare Amidst the rush of school life, a silent contender, rare No Urus or flashy gems, no yellow bird in sight But a vision for our class that could make our future bright Pull up to the classroom, quiet, no grand entrance made Among the popular, the flashy, my chances seem to fade No posters decking halls, no stickers, fliers, none Just a hopeful soul, dreaming under the same sun "I'm working on improving," I silently vow Not with loud boasts or promises hollow, but a solemn brow For change, for better, weaving plans ever so grand An unseen underdog, without a fanbase to stand Not swerving in daily, causing madness or a scene No claims of being the baddest, or buying what's never been seen No need for practice in flash, but in deeds sincere and true My contributions might be subtle, my visibility few Yet, I chase not the Tonka, nor the vision that burns Instead, a steady course, for every student's concerns 24-7, not popping pillies, but pondering on our course Dreaming of a collective win, not individual force So here, in the quiet, my campaign takes its birth No big bankroll or flexing, but a measure of my worth Among the popular, the known, I might easily be ignored But in service, in dedication, my hopes are stored As the race heats up, the familiar names may lead But remember the silent pledge, the willingness to heed For a president not in posters, but in presence, I aspire to be An underdog perhaps, but one who dreams fervently for thee.