Jackson's Meanie Disease

Verse

Yo, somebody check the temperature, it just dropped forty degrees

Jackson walked in the room with that "Meanie" disease

He’s got a black belt in bitterness, a PhD in being rude

I’ve seen better personalities in canned dog food

You’re not a "savage," Jackson, you’re just socially broken

Every time you open your mouth, I wish you’d left it unspoken.

Chorus

Jackson, you’re a trip, but nobody’s buying the ticket

Your attitude is trash, man, why don't you just flick it?

You think you’re a lion, but you’re acting like a pest

Put that ego in the dryer, give the rest of us a rest.

Verse

He’s the type to take a joke and turn it into a fight

Then wonder why his group chat is looking real quiet at night

You’re sour, you’re salty, you’re the human version of "No"

If you were a movie, you’d be a straight-to-DVD show

Keep that energy, though, it’s a lonely road to the top

But when you’re this mean, the "top" is just a bus stop.

Outro

Yeah, someone get this man a Snickers.

Or a mirror.

Check yourself, Jackson. We're done here.