"DO ONE, YA WRONGEN!"

[Verse 1]
I asked a question, clear and bold,
But the answer came in silence cold.
No facts, no truth, no honest tone,
Just a keyboard king on his plastic throne.
He said “no,” then turned away,
Afraid of what he might have to say.
I called it out—he couldn’t cope,
So he fired back with a line of dope:
[Chorus]
🎶 “Do one, ya wrongen!” — that’s all you got?
When you’re out of facts, you throw that shot.
No reason, no rhyme, just a label to cling,
But I’m still here, and I’ll still sing.
Do one, ya wrongen? Nah mate, I’m right—
And I won’t back down without a fight. 🎶
[Verse 2]
You call him a scammer, but can’t prove a thing,
You run from debate like it’s got a sting.
You’d rather insult than meet a mind,
You’d rather be cruel than just be kind.
What’s wrong with a chat, a civil war of words?
But all I get’s your playground slurs.
You think you win when you shut me down,
But I’m the one still wearing the crown.
[Chorus]
🎶 “Do one, ya wrongen!” — your favourite line,
A hollow phrase, a vacant sign.
No counterpoint, no deeper view,
Just noise you make when truth scares you.
Do one, ya wrongen? I’ll take that name,
‘Cause if truth makes me wrong, I’ll play that game. 🎶
[Bridge – Spoken Word Style]
They say when you’ve got nothing left to say,
You say “wrongen.”
It’s a badge for the brave now,
A title for the unafraid.
If standing up makes me a wrong ’un,
Then I’ll wear it like a crown.
[Final Chorus]
🎶 “Do one, ya wrongen!” — I hear the cry,
From those too scared to even try.
You call me names, I speak my peace,
And your grip on truth begins to cease.
Do one, ya wrongen? I’ll take the stage—
And turn your cheap shot into rage! 🎶
[Outro]
So go ahead, type your hate…
But you can’t debate what you can’t face.