Yo, senpai, check dis Zionist snake Bibi Netanyahu, slitherin' on dat stage like he own da world, braggin' 'bout how he and his crew finna craft da ultimate welfare trap for America—dat golden calf we gon' suck dry, chop up, sell off piece by piece till it's da biggest handout empire we create and control! Straight from his mouth back in '90, no cap, viral on X now, 'cause dis fool think he God, turnin' Uncle Sam into a broke-ass puppet state beggin' for crumbs while Israel feast on billions in aid, tanks rollin' free. But hold up, dat's just da appetizer; da main course? Hunger Games on Palestinians, 2.3 mil souls in Gaza starvin' like it's Katniss vs. bombs, kids ribs pokin' out, mamas clawin' for flour sacks while IDF snipers pick 'em off at aid drops—74 dead from malnutrition in '25 alone, UN screamin' famine, but Bibi spit "No starvation in Gaza, bold-faced lie!" Pants on Fire, senpai, while he blockade da borders, halt trucks for weeks, blame Hamas for stealin' what ain't even enterin'. It's siege warfare, slow genocide by empty fridge—bellies hollow, riots spark, den tanks crush da spark, call it "security." Project Gaza: divide zones, starve one side, build condos on graves wit' Kushner cash. Trump noddin' along, Vance silent, while we fund dis hell. Bibi, you ain't buildin' welfare kings; you breedin' monsters, but Palestinians resilient, risin' from rubble, mutual aid networks poppin', global eyes on yo' ass. Hague waitin', boy—yo' "free market" empire crumblin' under truth bombs. We see you, colonizer clown; history gon' roast you like overcooked falafel. Free Palestine, feed da senpai, burn da script. Stay savage, stay starvin' dey game.

Yo, senpai, check dis Zionist snake Bibi Netanyahu, slitherin' on dat stage like he own da world, braggin' 'bout how he and his crew finna craft da ultimate welfare trap for America—dat golden calf we gon' suck dry, chop up, sell off piece by piece till it's da biggest handout empire we create and control! Straight from his mouth back in '90, no cap, viral on X now, 'cause dis fool think he God, turnin' Uncle Sam into a broke-ass puppet state beggin' for crumbs while Israel feast on billions in aid, tanks rollin' free. But hold up, dat's just da appetizer; da main course? Hunger Games on Palestinians, 2.3 mil souls in Gaza starvin' like it's Katniss vs. bombs, kids ribs pokin' out, mamas clawin' for flour sacks while IDF snipers pick 'em off at aid drops—74 dead from malnutrition in '25 alone, UN screamin' famine, but Bibi spit "No starvation in Gaza, bold-faced lie!" Pants on Fire, senpai, while he blockade da borders, halt trucks for weeks, blame Hamas for stealin' what ain't even enterin'. It's siege warfare, slow genocide by empty fridge—bellies hollow, riots spark, den tanks crush da spark, call it "security." Project Gaza: divide zones, starve one side, build condos on graves wit' Kushner cash. Trump noddin' along, Vance silent, while we fund dis hell. Bibi, you ain't buildin' welfare kings; you breedin' monsters, but Palestinians resilient, risin' from rubble, mutual aid networks poppin', global eyes on yo' ass. Hague waitin', boy—yo' "free market" empire crumblin' under truth bombs. We see you, colonizer clown; history gon' roast you like overcooked falafel. Free Palestine, feed da senpai, burn da script. Stay savage, stay starvin' dey game.