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Crankin’ My Frog
kiwifarms.net
- Joined
- Jun 14, 2025
Billy Joel inspired song about we just can't seem to describe any recent suspects on the news. This is mostly just me cramming wikipedia's list of a certain kind of slur into song form, thanks wiki jannies. 
"Several Young Men Started the Fire"
"Several Young Men Started the Fire"
Version 2, better song structure but the bix nood isn't as funny
"Several Young Men Started the Fire"
“Police were called to the scene of homicide today, reports say the suspects who fled the scene were several young men.
”Several young men?"
How do we describe them, hand me a pen.
Abeed, Acting white, Alligator bait
Aunt Jemima, Bamboula, Black Buck
Colored, Koon, Cushi
Diversity, equity, and inclusion
Every Race Has a Flag but the Koon
Mup da do didda po mo Gub bidda be dat tum Mufuggen bix nood
Noble Boer, keep them out the neighborhood
Hottentot, Jim Crow, Jogger
Kaffir, Lunchtime Rowdy, Macaca
Monkey chanting, Mulatto, Murzyn
Nafris, Neegro, Nig-nog
Nihgger, Niglet, Pickaninnee
Porch-Monkey, Rastus, Sambo
Schvartze, Shaquella, Tar-Baby
Uncle Tom, Wog
“Knowing my brother is to love my brother,” Philonise Floyd, George’s brother, told CNN’s Don Lemon.“
"He’s a gentle giant, he don’t hurt anybody.”
Diversity, equity, and inclusion
Every Race Has a Flag but the Koon
Mup da do didda po mo Gub bidda be dat tum Mufuggen bix nood
Derek Chauvin, keep them out the neighborhood
Diversity, equity, and inclusion
Every Race Has a Flag but the Koon
Mup da do didda po mo Gub bidda be dat tum Mufuggen bix nood
Zimzam, keep them out the neighborhood
”Several young men?"
How do we describe them, hand me a pen.
Abeed, Acting white, Alligator bait
Aunt Jemima, Bamboula, Black Buck
Colored, Koon, Cushi
Diversity, equity, and inclusion
Every Race Has a Flag but the Koon
Mup da do didda po mo Gub bidda be dat tum Mufuggen bix nood
Noble Boer, keep them out the neighborhood
Hottentot, Jim Crow, Jogger
Kaffir, Lunchtime Rowdy, Macaca
Monkey chanting, Mulatto, Murzyn
Nafris, Neegro, Nig-nog
Nihgger, Niglet, Pickaninnee
Porch-Monkey, Rastus, Sambo
Schvartze, Shaquella, Tar-Baby
Uncle Tom, Wog
“Knowing my brother is to love my brother,” Philonise Floyd, George’s brother, told CNN’s Don Lemon.“
"He’s a gentle giant, he don’t hurt anybody.”
Diversity, equity, and inclusion
Every Race Has a Flag but the Koon
Mup da do didda po mo Gub bidda be dat tum Mufuggen bix nood
Derek Chauvin, keep them out the neighborhood
Diversity, equity, and inclusion
Every Race Has a Flag but the Koon
Mup da do didda po mo Gub bidda be dat tum Mufuggen bix nood
Zimzam, keep them out the neighborhood
"Several Young Men Started the Fire"
Version 2, better song structure but the bix nood isn't as funny
“Police were called to the scene of homicide today, reports say the suspects who fled the scene were several young men.
”Several young men?
How do we describe them, hand me a pen.
Abeed, Alligator bait, Looters
Bamboula, Black Buck, Shooters
Aunt Jemima, Colored, Strap-hangers
Subway dancers, Koon, Gang-bangers
Diversity, equity, and inclusion
Every Race Has a Flag but the Koon
Mup da do didda po mo Gub bidda be dat tum Mufuggen bix nood
Noble Boer, keep them out the neighborhood
Hottentot, Jim Crow, Gang members
Jogger, Black Friday crowds, Repeat Offenders
Lunchtime Rowdy, Tar-Baby, Neegro
Mulatto, Pickaninnee, Sambo
Scholarship recipients, Kaffir, Nig-nog
Porch-Monkey, Young fathers, Wog
Rastus, Uncle Tom, Troubled young men, Mammy, Aspiring rappers, Church goers, Darkie, Gifted athletes, Community activists, the list gets bigger
Niglet, Niggie, Nihgger!
“He a good boy, he dindu nuffin. We just need mo money for dem programs”
Diversity, equity, and inclusion
Every Race Has a Flag but the Koon
Mup da do didda po mo Gub bidda be dat tum Mufuggen bix nood
L A P D, keep them out the neighborhood
Diversity, equity, and inclusion
Every Race Has a Flag but the Koon
Mup da do didda po mo Gub bidda be dat tum Mufuggen bix nood
Zimzam, keep them out the neighborhood
”Several young men?
How do we describe them, hand me a pen.
Abeed, Alligator bait, Looters
Bamboula, Black Buck, Shooters
Aunt Jemima, Colored, Strap-hangers
Subway dancers, Koon, Gang-bangers
Diversity, equity, and inclusion
Every Race Has a Flag but the Koon
Mup da do didda po mo Gub bidda be dat tum Mufuggen bix nood
Noble Boer, keep them out the neighborhood
Hottentot, Jim Crow, Gang members
Jogger, Black Friday crowds, Repeat Offenders
Lunchtime Rowdy, Tar-Baby, Neegro
Mulatto, Pickaninnee, Sambo
Scholarship recipients, Kaffir, Nig-nog
Porch-Monkey, Young fathers, Wog
Rastus, Uncle Tom, Troubled young men, Mammy, Aspiring rappers, Church goers, Darkie, Gifted athletes, Community activists, the list gets bigger
Niglet, Niggie, Nihgger!
“He a good boy, he dindu nuffin. We just need mo money for dem programs”
Diversity, equity, and inclusion
Every Race Has a Flag but the Koon
Mup da do didda po mo Gub bidda be dat tum Mufuggen bix nood
L A P D, keep them out the neighborhood
Diversity, equity, and inclusion
Every Race Has a Flag but the Koon
Mup da do didda po mo Gub bidda be dat tum Mufuggen bix nood
Zimzam, keep them out the neighborhood
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In honor of our bunker buster drop on Iran using B-2 Spirits:
"Grave of Tomorrow (Doom Paul's Lament)"
"Grave of Tomorrow (Doom Paul's Lament)"
It’s happening! You didn’t listen, and now the sirens drown the Liberty Bell!
Midnight wings over Persian sand,
Black triad whispering a bankrupt command.
Congress counts the silver while the afterburners glow,
Ron Paul on the short-wave sighs, “Told you so.”
Ticker tape of debt keeps fluttering down,
We mortgage the clouds, then set them on fire—watch them drown.
Don’t call it a grave, it’s the future you chose,
Seeds of empire sprout where the bunker-buster blows.
A garden of ash in the thermals it grows—
Don’t call it a grave, it’s the future you chose.
Amber waves of grain now a grayscale feed,
8K livestream of the last bold deed.
Flag still flaps on a windswept hill,
While offshore markets quietly thrill.
Neon ticker flashes, “FREEDOM SALE—ONE NIGHT ONLY!”
All debts reclaimed in blood and acrimony.
Don’t call it a grave, it’s the future you chose,
Scroll past the blast like another meme that froze.
The comment thread burns, yet the dopamine flows—
Don’t call it a grave, it’s the future you chose.
End the Fed? Too late, my friend—
The bill comes due in mushroom ends.
Audit the sky; the ledgers ignite;
Liberty’s torch is a drone strike tonight.
Sirens duet with the Fourth of July,
Patriot fireflies streak across the sky.
Founders watch from varnished frames—
Oil on canvas, mute in flames.
Don’t call it a grave, it’s the future you chose,
History’s coffin lid finally did close.
Your children inherit what nobody opposed—
Don’t call it a grave, it’s the future you chose.
It’s happening. It’s always been happening.
Midnight wings over Persian sand,
Black triad whispering a bankrupt command.
Congress counts the silver while the afterburners glow,
Ron Paul on the short-wave sighs, “Told you so.”
Ticker tape of debt keeps fluttering down,
We mortgage the clouds, then set them on fire—watch them drown.
Don’t call it a grave, it’s the future you chose,
Seeds of empire sprout where the bunker-buster blows.
A garden of ash in the thermals it grows—
Don’t call it a grave, it’s the future you chose.
Amber waves of grain now a grayscale feed,
8K livestream of the last bold deed.
Flag still flaps on a windswept hill,
While offshore markets quietly thrill.
Neon ticker flashes, “FREEDOM SALE—ONE NIGHT ONLY!”
All debts reclaimed in blood and acrimony.
Don’t call it a grave, it’s the future you chose,
Scroll past the blast like another meme that froze.
The comment thread burns, yet the dopamine flows—
Don’t call it a grave, it’s the future you chose.
End the Fed? Too late, my friend—
The bill comes due in mushroom ends.
Audit the sky; the ledgers ignite;
Liberty’s torch is a drone strike tonight.
Sirens duet with the Fourth of July,
Patriot fireflies streak across the sky.
Founders watch from varnished frames—
Oil on canvas, mute in flames.
Don’t call it a grave, it’s the future you chose,
History’s coffin lid finally did close.
Your children inherit what nobody opposed—
Don’t call it a grave, it’s the future you chose.
It’s happening. It’s always been happening.
Crankin’ My Frog
kiwifarms.net
- Joined
- Jun 14, 2025
I'm having a lot of fun dumping greentexts into it and cooking up a chorus for structure.
A Third-Wave Ska cover of one about anons worst decision ever
"Post Nut Clarity"
An Emo cover about anons job struggle. Suno decided on it's own to loop the chorus in a way I could only hope to tell it to do.
"Life at the Bottom"
A Third-Wave Ska cover of one about anons worst decision ever
"Post Nut Clarity"
I really need your help anons
Be me, twenty years ago
Be sperm
Overhear chad seeds talking about how great life must be
Think to myself, “Fuck it, it can’t be any worse than being stuck in here with these faggots”.
Hatchplan.exe
Stacy eggs and chadsperms
That’s the way the nut turns
I really need your help anons
Know that I will never have a chance racing against chads
See Chadsperms swim to front lines
Instead I swim to the very back of the ball sack
Watch chadseeds fly into a tissue and be thrown into the trash
Kek.mp3
Stacy eggs and Chadsperms
That’s the way the nut turns
Gonna try, hope I pass
Pray it’s not a man’s ass
I really need your help anons
A little later swim to the front and wait for my chance
Only me and the other autist sperm left
Make my way to the womb
Be born
Stacy eggs and Chadsperms
That’s the way the nut turns
Won the race, I’m a baby
Hope my moms a white lady
I really need your help anons
I really need your help anons
Be me now
Regret that decision every day
Be me, twenty years ago
Be sperm
Overhear chad seeds talking about how great life must be
Think to myself, “Fuck it, it can’t be any worse than being stuck in here with these faggots”.
Hatchplan.exe
Stacy eggs and chadsperms
That’s the way the nut turns
I really need your help anons
Know that I will never have a chance racing against chads
See Chadsperms swim to front lines
Instead I swim to the very back of the ball sack
Watch chadseeds fly into a tissue and be thrown into the trash
Kek.mp3
Stacy eggs and Chadsperms
That’s the way the nut turns
Gonna try, hope I pass
Pray it’s not a man’s ass
I really need your help anons
A little later swim to the front and wait for my chance
Only me and the other autist sperm left
Make my way to the womb
Be born
Stacy eggs and Chadsperms
That’s the way the nut turns
Won the race, I’m a baby
Hope my moms a white lady
I really need your help anons
I really need your help anons
Be me now
Regret that decision every day
An Emo cover about anons job struggle. Suno decided on it's own to loop the chorus in a way I could only hope to tell it to do.
"Life at the Bottom"
Be me
Bottomless pit supervisor
In charge of making sure the bottomless pit is, in fact, bottomless
Occasionally have to go down there and check if the bottomless pit is still bottomless
One day I go down there and the bottomless pit is no longer bottomless
The bottom of the bottomless pit is now just a regular pit
Distress.jpg
Tears on my cheeks
Problems, I’ve gottem
Life is a pit and someone’s fucking my bottom
Ask my boss what to do
He says “just make it bottomless again”
I say “how?"
He says “I don’t know, you’re the supervisor”
Rage.jpg
Tears on my cheeks
Troubles, I’ve gottem
Life is a pit and someone’s phucking my bottom
Quit my job
Become a regular pit supervisor
First day on the job, go to the new hole
It’s bottomless.
Life is a pit and someone’s fucking my bottom
Bottomless pit supervisor
In charge of making sure the bottomless pit is, in fact, bottomless
Occasionally have to go down there and check if the bottomless pit is still bottomless
One day I go down there and the bottomless pit is no longer bottomless
The bottom of the bottomless pit is now just a regular pit
Distress.jpg
Tears on my cheeks
Problems, I’ve gottem
Life is a pit and someone’s fucking my bottom
Ask my boss what to do
He says “just make it bottomless again”
I say “how?"
He says “I don’t know, you’re the supervisor”
Rage.jpg
Tears on my cheeks
Troubles, I’ve gottem
Life is a pit and someone’s phucking my bottom
Quit my job
Become a regular pit supervisor
First day on the job, go to the new hole
It’s bottomless.
Life is a pit and someone’s fucking my bottom
There Is Light At The End
kiwifarms.net
- Joined
- Jan 28, 2021
in honor of degenerates' month
[INTRO VERSE]
You plaster rainbows on your lies,
Hide fangs behind "inclusive" cries.
"Love is love!*" — your twisted creed,
While fugs and dykes plant their poison seed.
Pretense of struggles, dealing pain,
To blur the lines of right and disgusting stain.
True love fights to exist—
You wield their cause like a clenched fist...
...to smash the walls protecting kids.
[CHORUS]
*LOVE IS LOVE™— the degenerate's shield!
rainbow mafia sharpening blades on the field.
Drag the innocent into the lie—
"If it feels good, let the children comply!
Yeah, you twist the phrase we trusted most—
To blur the lines for every fucking ghost...
...in black books, grinning with the absolute sleaze—
"Love is love! Hand us fresh recruits, please!"
[VERSE]
Watch your groomers tap the lexicon:
"Don’t be judgmental—let the heart lead on!"
Hide behind parades and pride floats,
While trafficking boats cut hopeful throats.
"Age is arbitrary!" your think-tanks preach,
As kiddie-fetish forums breach new reach.
Discord groups? Roblox? They’re just your shields—
Human camouflage for predator-fields.
[Chorus]
*LOVE IS LOVE™— the degenerate's shield!
rainbow mafia sharpening blades on the field.
Drag the innocent into the lie—
"If it feels good, let the children comply!
Yeah, you twist the phrase we trusted most—
To blur the lines for every fucking ghost...
...in black books, grinning with the absolute sleaze—
"Love is love! Hand us fresh recruits, please!"
[BRIDGE]
*Check the receipts:
"Degenerates" demand their seat...
...at the table.
"Don’t kink-shame us!" they wail, unstable.
Real people choke—but your spin is set:
"Exclude us? You’re Hitler! Feel regret!"
*While LGBT pamphlets slide under the tent—
Branded with rainbows. 100% "consent"...
...manufactured.
[VERSE]
Now the mask cracks, the truth ignites:
Fagots exposed in flashing lights.
Your Discord lairs, your "activist" logs—
Subpoenas rip through smirking facades.
"It’s about love!" you shriek in cuffs,
As courts unzip your bloated stuffs...
...of CP drives and victim logs.
Rot in the cell beside the dogs.
[FINAL CHORUS ]
*LOVE WAS LOVE— ’til you stole the phrase!
Degenerates belonging in jailhouse maze.
Drag the guilty into the light—
"If it destroys, you don’t get ‘rights’!
No, we reclaim the words you stained with grime—
To build a wall ’round childhood’s sacred time.
Let prison doors scream your demise:
"Love is love? Then LOVE THESE FUCKING BARS."
OUTRO
*So choke on your slogan in Cellblock 9—
No rainbow flag flies on that bottom line.
Your "movement"? Ash. Your "rights"? Denied.
Guards laugh as degenerates nightly cry.
Real people know—that pride leads to demise untamed,
While you’re cataloged, numbered, and shamed.
No martyr’s crown for your diseased breed—
Just concrete beds and fates that bleed.
You plaster rainbows on your lies,
Hide fangs behind "inclusive" cries.
"Love is love!*" — your twisted creed,
While fugs and dykes plant their poison seed.
Pretense of struggles, dealing pain,
To blur the lines of right and disgusting stain.
True love fights to exist—
You wield their cause like a clenched fist...
...to smash the walls protecting kids.
[CHORUS]
*LOVE IS LOVE™— the degenerate's shield!
rainbow mafia sharpening blades on the field.
Drag the innocent into the lie—
"If it feels good, let the children comply!
Yeah, you twist the phrase we trusted most—
To blur the lines for every fucking ghost...
...in black books, grinning with the absolute sleaze—
"Love is love! Hand us fresh recruits, please!"
[VERSE]
Watch your groomers tap the lexicon:
"Don’t be judgmental—let the heart lead on!"
Hide behind parades and pride floats,
While trafficking boats cut hopeful throats.
"Age is arbitrary!" your think-tanks preach,
As kiddie-fetish forums breach new reach.
Discord groups? Roblox? They’re just your shields—
Human camouflage for predator-fields.
[Chorus]
*LOVE IS LOVE™— the degenerate's shield!
rainbow mafia sharpening blades on the field.
Drag the innocent into the lie—
"If it feels good, let the children comply!
Yeah, you twist the phrase we trusted most—
To blur the lines for every fucking ghost...
...in black books, grinning with the absolute sleaze—
"Love is love! Hand us fresh recruits, please!"
[BRIDGE]
*Check the receipts:
"Degenerates" demand their seat...
...at the table.
"Don’t kink-shame us!" they wail, unstable.
Real people choke—but your spin is set:
"Exclude us? You’re Hitler! Feel regret!"
*While LGBT pamphlets slide under the tent—
Branded with rainbows. 100% "consent"...
...manufactured.
[VERSE]
Now the mask cracks, the truth ignites:
Fagots exposed in flashing lights.
Your Discord lairs, your "activist" logs—
Subpoenas rip through smirking facades.
"It’s about love!" you shriek in cuffs,
As courts unzip your bloated stuffs...
...of CP drives and victim logs.
Rot in the cell beside the dogs.
[FINAL CHORUS ]
*LOVE WAS LOVE— ’til you stole the phrase!
Degenerates belonging in jailhouse maze.
Drag the guilty into the light—
"If it destroys, you don’t get ‘rights’!
No, we reclaim the words you stained with grime—
To build a wall ’round childhood’s sacred time.
Let prison doors scream your demise:
"Love is love? Then LOVE THESE FUCKING BARS."
OUTRO
*So choke on your slogan in Cellblock 9—
No rainbow flag flies on that bottom line.
Your "movement"? Ash. Your "rights"? Denied.
Guards laugh as degenerates nightly cry.
Real people know—that pride leads to demise untamed,
While you’re cataloged, numbered, and shamed.
No martyr’s crown for your diseased breed—
Just concrete beds and fates that bleed.
Crankin’ My Frog
kiwifarms.net
- Joined
- Jun 14, 2025
More greentext goodness, a country song about someone's grandpa posting on 4chan for the first time.
"Peppy Peepaw"
"Peppy Peepaw"
I’m sixty-seven years old. My grandson was getting in a lot of trouble at school. He told me about this site. Now I read it for fun. This is my greentext.
Be me sixty-seven year old anon
Can’t get it up anymore because I’m old and have shitty blood pressure
My doctor prescribes generic Cialis
It’s a low dose that you take daily so you’re ready whenever
When I was thirteen, I started to think about a Playboy I’d found and this one girl in class had a really tight sweater (you degenerates have it easy today)
I got a raging ee-rection. The bell rang for the end of class. I tried to hide it but everyone could tell it was there.
The engorged head of my erect caulk rubbing against my jeans made me blow a massive load.
A few days after I started Cialis, I went to the grocery store. There’s this sexy twenty something cashier.
I got a massive ee-rection. She could see it, the simple kid bagging groceries could see it, and the family in line behind me saw it.
The head of my engorged caulk rubbing against my slacks made me blow a massive load.
I hadn’t jizzed in maybe six months because of the impotence.
Everyone saw my orgasm face and heard me make the sound a man makes when he fires off a load.
At least half a cup of jizz was running down my leg
Luckily, I’m old, so I pretended it was a mini-stroke and that I’d pissed myself.
It was believable and everyone forgot about the obvious ee-rection from moments ago
The grocery store manager called an ambulance. I spent a few hours in the emergency room, and they sent me home.
Second best orgasm ever.
Be me sixty-seven year old anon
Can’t get it up anymore because I’m old and have shitty blood pressure
My doctor prescribes generic Cialis
It’s a low dose that you take daily so you’re ready whenever
When I was thirteen, I started to think about a Playboy I’d found and this one girl in class had a really tight sweater (you degenerates have it easy today)
I got a raging ee-rection. The bell rang for the end of class. I tried to hide it but everyone could tell it was there.
The engorged head of my erect caulk rubbing against my jeans made me blow a massive load.
A few days after I started Cialis, I went to the grocery store. There’s this sexy twenty something cashier.
I got a massive ee-rection. She could see it, the simple kid bagging groceries could see it, and the family in line behind me saw it.
The head of my engorged caulk rubbing against my slacks made me blow a massive load.
I hadn’t jizzed in maybe six months because of the impotence.
Everyone saw my orgasm face and heard me make the sound a man makes when he fires off a load.
At least half a cup of jizz was running down my leg
Luckily, I’m old, so I pretended it was a mini-stroke and that I’d pissed myself.
It was believable and everyone forgot about the obvious ee-rection from moments ago
The grocery store manager called an ambulance. I spent a few hours in the emergency room, and they sent me home.
Second best orgasm ever.
There Is Light At The End
kiwifarms.net
- Joined
- Jan 28, 2021
Lucas Silva #4903141
kiwifarms.net
- Joined
- Feb 24, 2018
version 4.5+?
I'm still gonna wait until v4 is totally free.
Anyways, here's a song based on the lyrics of the infamous PSP christmas song:
Original:
I'm still gonna wait until v4 is totally free.
Anyways, here's a song based on the lyrics of the infamous PSP christmas song:
Original:
Lucas Silva #4903141
kiwifarms.net
- Joined
- Feb 24, 2018
In light of recent news, here's a skibidi biden song.
Lyrics, so you can avoid having the AI piss you off by mispronouncing "Biden"
Lyrics, so you can avoid having the AI piss you off by mispronouncing "Biden"