Writing songs, make them funny,
Did the rhymes, fixed the pacing.
Went to submit,
Cuz' I'm back with the heat,
Got a song with some puns for whatfreaks.

On AmIRight, my brain went kersplat!
I couldn't write out this satire.
My fingertips are going super-fast,
For this week I just tried to survive,

From the block of the writers,
No new songs on the site,
With Mashups and parodies
'Bout the liger.
And these new AmIRight,
Are the prey on the site,
Cuz' soon they'll stuck on the,
Block of the writers.

So disgraced, no parodies.
Times are rough, nothin's funny.
They vote all ones,
Still we'll spoof everything
To get hot with a spot on the site.

It's the block of the writers,
Where you gotta survive.
If you don't you'll be a former,
AmIRighter.
Bad songs have consequences,
And sometimes starts a fight.
Still your nothing till you've passed the,
Block of the writers.

All these songs are great or they're not.
Has the puns, got the humour,
And has pacing.
Now I will never stop
Just a man and his will juist to write.

It the block of the writers,
Every legend has time,
That they serve, without stuff on,
The typewriter.
If you don't have a cold spell,
Get ready for the fight,
Cuz' you'll have to deal with that darn,
Block...............of the writers.

The block of the writers.
(4 times till fade)