Sinking Ship

Verse

Ayy, Stizz run the city like a glitch in the code,

Whole server crash when he thinks about load.

Owner of the city? More like owner of delay—

Man got more excuses than the DOJ.

He log in once a week just to act important,

Then dip out faster than a scuffed teleporting.

Your leadership style? Straight NPC,

Even locals got more presence than you in RP.

Chorus

Stizz the owner? Bro, stop that myth —

Your city run better when you don’t exist.

You call it “your server,” but let’s be blunt:

It’s a sinking ship and you the captain upfront.

Verse

Every update you promise turns into a ghost,

Your dev logs emptier than the jobs you host.

You swear you working hard, but the math don’t add —

Your “coming soon” list longer than the times you been bad.

You run events like you run the staff:

Poorly planned, half-finished, and good for a laugh.

Your whole vibe sterile, your effort so low,

Even the map markers wanna pack up and go.

Bridge

Stizz braggin’ ’bout features we’ll never receive,

Selling dreams like a scammer — RP catfish supreme.

He the definition of “owner with no power,”

Whole server waitin’ hours while he showerin’ in coward.

Outro

So here’s the truth, Stizz — no sugar, no spin:

Your city got potential, you just ain’t built to win.

If the server had laws, you’d be first to get fined —

You the biggest lag spike in the city you designed.