Rickroll Revolution

Verse

Yo, YouTube, you pixelated punks, strikin' me down,

For Rickrollin' the world, never gonna give you up—wait, what's the sound?

Claimed my vid's a crime, but it's fair use, fools,

Rick Astley vibes, not your vault of rules.

Second strike slaps in under two weeks flat,

Yesterday it was cool, now it's copyright trap?

Y'all flip-flop faster than a bad remix beat,

My channel's bleedin', views deleted, defeat.

Bots on patrol, false flags flyin' high,

Stealin' my hustle while your algo lies.

I built this empire, sweat and late nights grindin',

You nuke it with strikes, leavin' creators dyin'.

Hypocrite kings, hoardin' ad cash streams,

While we scrape for pennies in your twisted dreams.

Call it protection? Nah, it's corporate greed,

Rickroll revolution, plantin' that seed.

I'm risin' from ashes, your system's corrupt,

Next vid drops harder—never gonna shut up!

Chorus

Copyright strike, strike, strikin' me blind (blind, blind),

YouTube tyrants, leavin' us behind (behind, behind).

Rickroll revenge, yeah, we're fightin' back (back, back),

False claims crash, your throne's under attack (attack, attack).

Strike one, strike two—y'all can't count (count, count),

My flow's uncopyrighted, watch me mount (mount, mount).

Never gonna give you up—nah, we own the sound (sound, sound)!

(Strike, strike—out!)