ScalesBit - Normal

Buy ScotchHorse a drink. BSV: 1JFEkrMJam9VaskgUU2CChCb5yZwteCSZK Artist: ScalesBit Albun: Small Block Circus Track: Normal Lyrics: This one’s for every greedy small blocker Every chart-watching virgin, every couch philosopher Y’all traded balls for bullshit dreams Now you’re choking on your own wet farts and screams You wanted a mansion, I wanted a home Some soil I could own, not your rented shit alone A slim wife that loves me, a dog at the gate Food on the table and zero fucking debate Pumpkins in the backyard, neighbors saying “what’s good You’re in a dark room jerking off to order books Government barely sniffing, I breathe real air You’re deepthroating regulations while calling it rare I never begged for Lambos or fake-ass bling You sold your asshole for imaginary green “Number go up!”, that’s your only religion A virgin cult praying to candles with zero fucking vision You called me weak ‘cause I don’t chase the pump Bitch I sleep like a king, you’re having panic attacks at the dump Eyes glued to charts like a crackhead on meth While your portfolio’s smaller than your micro dick length I just wanted order, simple ways to stay alive Keep the lights on, keep some friends and pride You stretched “normal” into delusional empire Now it’s all rugs, scams, copium, and fire Greed became your god, toxicity your cum-stained creed You don’t build civilizations, you monetize need Screaming decentralization with a mouth full of VC cock Small blocker energy: forever soft, forever mid, forever blocked You gatekept Bitcoin like it was your virgin sister Now she’s getting railed by Layer 2s and you’re just a blister “1MB is enough!”, yeah for your tiny brain While the real chain laughs and leaves you in the rain. Every cycle you scream “this time it’s different, bro!” Every cycle you get liquidated and suck more toe Talking maximalism with a wallet full of dust Living in your mom’s basement, balls covered in rust You shill “sound money” but your life’s a fucking joke Can’t even afford rent, still calling other men broke Doom-scrolling at 3AM with Cheeto dust on your tits Crying “wagmi” while your mom asks why you smell like shit Fake-ass cypherpunk with zero skin in the game You’d sell your own mother for a 2x pump and some fame “Orange coin good”, bitch you’re orange-pilled and blue-balled Still waiting on the moon while your life stays stalled You hate real builders ‘cause we actually ship You just shitpost and seethe with a limp-dick grip. Calling us traitors while you ride every narrative dick From shitcoins to NFTs, you swallow every trick. Your whole identity’s “we’re early” and “stay humble,” Meanwhile your portfolio’s deader than your sex drive, you stumble Keep watching red candles, edging to the pain I’m out here breeding, planting, stacking real gains You’re the reason normies think we’re all clowns A walking bag of cope in oversized hand-me-downs Greedy little goblins with small blocker souls Jerking each other off in Telegram control Hope your bags stay buried, hope your bags stay dead Hope you stay forever poor with that weak-ass head. I’ll be laughing from the garden with my family and peace While you rot in the timeline, begging for one more pump, please I just wanted order, you wanted to get rich quick Ended up broke, lonely, and sucking your own dick Keep the lights on? Nah, you live in the dark Fingers raw from refreshing, soul black and marked You don’t build shit, you just leech and destroy A toxic fucking cancer dressed up as a boy Small blocker forever, soft hands, soft cock, soft mind Stay mad, stay poor, stay left behind Now bleed, circus clown