Cooked Cruz

Verse

Yo, check the mic, one two, let me spit a few bars

For a creator named Cruz, reachin' for the stars

Got the camera set up, the lighting is on point

But your latest upload, man, it just disappoints.

You be talkin' to the screen like it's your only friend

The comments say "first," and that's where the fun ends

Every thumbnail is a pose, with your mouth wide and bent

Just another video, with no real content

Chorus

Cruz, yo, your views are goin' down low

You're so desperate for engagement, it's a tragic show

You're a viral trend chaser, you ain't got a real style

My pet goldfish has a bigger watch time per mile.

Verse

You said you were consistent, put out two a week

But your upload schedule's weaker than your content's mystique.

The ad reads are so awkward, I can feel the pain

You're selling things so badly, they should come with a stain.

You're the master of clickbait, the king of the bait-and-switch

I'd rather watch static than see you throw a glitch.

Got the studio setup, looks all fancy and grand

But you still got more dust than a desert full of sand Woah!