Anon’s Cone Zone

[Verse 1]
Out the truck with a ThinkPad rig,
Blasting Eurobeat and yelling “NO BIG.”
Jannies banned me just for cope,
Now I sling cones off a frayed jump rope.

[Chorus]
Hey fren, want a cone?
Van smells weird and I’m clearly alone.
/Pol/ kids argue over race,
While an anime girl licks cream off her face.
No IDs, no shame,
Just slurs in sprinkles — this ain’t a game.
Outside’s hot, but my takes are cold,
And the waffle cones? Black mold bold.

[Verse 2]
Guy from /x/ paid in teeth and sand,
Drew a swastika in soft-serve by hand.
Loli decal on the side of my van,
Still more trusted than a Netflix scan.

[Outro]
So if you’re banned, lost, or just deranged,
Come to the cone truck — your life gets… stranger.
No rules, no mods, no VPN,
Just cursed ice cream for you and fren.