Jackson at Zero

Intro

Yo, pick up the phone, Jackson.

Or don’t. We all know you’re busy pretending to be something you’re not.

Let’s get into it.

Verse

Yo, Jackson, you’re a joke, a walking glitch in the system

If you vanished tomorrow, tell me, who’s gonna miss him?

You’re thirsty for the clout, but your well’s bone dry

Every word out your mouth is just another weak lie.

You’re a budget-bin version of a man with a plan

But you’re folding under pressure like a cheap tin can.

You think you’re top tier? Man, you’re barely even mid

Go back to the basement, stay a permanent kid.

Chorus

Jackson, you’re basic, you’re fragile, you’re plastic

Your whole damn persona is tragic and drastic.

You’re chasing a ghost, you’re losing the race

Do us all a favor—just get out of the space.

Verse

I’d call you a snake, but that’s an insult to the scales

You’re a sinking ship, Jackson, with no wind in your sails.

You’re a shadow of a person, a carbon copy hack

Got a target on your shirt and a knife in your back—

Except you’re the one who put it there, trippin’ on your feet

The biggest clown in town, and the joke’s on repeat.

You’re loud for no reason, but you got nothing to say

Just a localized nuisance that won’t go away.

Outro

Check the scoreboard, Jackson.

You’re at zero. Still.

Don’t respond. It’ll just be embarrassing for both of us.

We’re done here.