Margaret and Liv
Michael and Thomas talk so loud,
acting fearless, acting proud,
but every joke’s a copypaste,
zero style and borrowed taste.
Liv and Margret keep it real,
original with every feel,
while y’all recycle the same old line
like broken clocks that miss the time.
You throw shade but can’t compete,
still tripping over your own feet.
Trying hard to steal the show
but originality doesn’t grow.
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