Listen up, I call this 'Scroll Toll': Your life's on pause while you're refreshing pages, Thumb-scrolling zombie trapped in digital cages, Your followers ain't friends, they're just pixels with names, While real connections die, you're just playing like games. Your dopamine's hooked on those hearts and those likes, Reality's a concept you barely recognize, You document meals that get cold while you post, Your online persona's what you value the most. MC Byte dropping truth that you can't deny, Your battery's at 2% – just like your real life. Log off, look up, before your time expires, Or keep feeding algorithms while your soul retires.

Yo, this one's called 'Stack Overflow Overflow': You call yourself a dev but your code's a disaster, Copy-paste programmer, syntax error master, Stack Overflow's your crutch, can't solve problems solo, Your GitHub's all forks, originality at an all-time low. Indentation's all wrong, your logic's full of holes, Comments? None in sight, leaving teammates in the cold, Variable names like 'x', 'y', 'temp', and 'stuff', Debugging your functions is infinitely rough. You blame the compiler when your logic is trash, Your code reviews end with the whole system crash, Technical debt collector coming for your app, MC Byte's here exposing your development crap. No unit tests in sight, just vibes and prayers, Your code's so inefficient it makes the CPU swear, Refactoring's a concept that you've never embraced, Your digital legacy? It's about to be erased.

I call this 'Premium User, Basic Thoughts': New phone every year but your ideas stay old, All that premium hardware running thoughts so cold, Spending stacks on tech that you barely understand, Unboxing videos nobody gives a damn. Your worth is tied to products with a glowing fruit, Personality so shallow, there's no dispute, Latest features unused, just flexing for the gram, Your digital identity's an expensive scam. Wallet empty but your desk is overflowing, With gadgets that'll be trash when new ones start showing, You think owning tech makes you innovative, But your contributions to progress? Relatively negative. MC Byte spitting truth that's crystal clear, Your gadgets might be smart but your flex ain't sincere, No amount of processors can compute your worth, When all you do is consume and never give back to Earth.