/ic/ - Artwork/Critique

His SOVL's escaping, through this hole that is gaping
This work is mine for the taking
Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order
A normal life is boring; but superstardom's
close to post-mortem, it only grows harder
Homie grows hotter, he blows it's all over
These crabs is all on him, coast to coast shows
He's known as the 4Chantrotter
Lonely roads, m00t only knows
He's grown farther from /b/, he's no forced memer
He goes to /ic/ and barely knows his own drawing general
But post your work cause here goes the cold follow
These crabs don't want him no mo', he's cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who draws
He nose-dove and sold nada, and so the soap opera
is told, it unfolds, I suppose it's old memes
But the pencil goes on da-da-dum da-dum da-dah