You're a complete waste of space, your music is absolute garbage, and you're a talentless hack who thinks they can make it big in the music industry. Your beats are a mess of random sounds thrown together with no rhythm or flow, and your production skills are laughable. You're a joke, and your music is an insult to the ears of anyone who has to listen to it. You're a pathetic excuse for a musician. My grandfather who's been dead for 10 fucking years could genuinely make a better beat my slapping his balls against his thigh. The raw, primal energy of his movements would create a rhythm that would make even the most hardened music producer tremble with awe. His testicles, heavy with age and wisdom, would strike his thigh with a force that would resonate through the air, creating a sound that would be both haunting and mesmer slapping of his balls against his thigh would be a symphony of sound, a testament to the power of nature and the human body. In comparison, the so-called "producers" of today's music are mere puppets, manipulating their synthesizers and drum machines to create a sound that lacks the raw, visceral power of my grandfather's ball slapping. Pathetic.
