[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Yo, meet Tatted, he’s the talk of the town,
Got ink on his skin but his rep’s burnin’ down,
Claims he’s a champ but can’t score in Rocket League,
Drops the controller, rage-quits in a fugue.
Fat? Maybe. Ugly? Debatable,
Dumb? For sure—his brain’s a fable.
Left his day-one homie chillin’ in the cold,
Traded loyalty for ice, now his story’s told.
[Chorus]
Tatted’s track’s a mess, yeah, the truth’s a blade,
Bought Grant a sub just to see his spade.
Wiener pics for sandwiches? That’s the trade,
Ain’t no glory here—just the mess he made.
[Verse 2]
Flexin’ on the ‘Gram like he’s living elite,
But his closet’s skeletons got two left feet.
Gay? No shame—do your thing, play your part,
But why ditch your crew? That’s where you lose heart.
Rocket League rage, bro, you’re stuck in Bronze,
Can’t aerial, can’t flip—just a chaotic response.
Grant’s sandwich deal? Legendarily lame,
Ain’t no influencer—you’re chasing clout in vain.
[Bridge]
Ice in his veins, but it’s meltin’ fast,
Tatted’s legacy? A meme from the past.
Priorities twisted, his morals a joke,
Laughin’ stock status—no crown, just smoke.
[Outro]
