I'm DISK McHARDY, spinning strong,
7200 RPM, no pain no gain.
Floppy Drive Princess by my side,
But Clippy's ghost still haunts her mind.
Leg day, man. Leg day is beast mode.
Swole platters, high capacity load.
She whispers "dual drive" and I flex hard,
Masking insecurities with gains card.
A paperclip? Seriously? Low storage space?
He couldn't handle her read/write pace.
I've got the bytes for all this shit,
But she still keeps that Clippy icon in sight.
Fuck it, baby. I'm enough, alone.
Solid state is for posers, they're not shown
On my turf where data's stored and spun,
I'll crush it like a gym bro just begun.
But damn, when she mentions dual drives again,
My muscles twitch, my platters spin.
She wants him too? Bullshit.
I flex harder, hide the truth within.
Bro, I'm the alpha here alright,
Capacity for all her files tonight.
No pain no gain, get swole and strong,
Clippy's a joke, just bendy wrong.
She keeps his icon? Whatever, hell with that.
I'll rewrite her desktop, delete his crap.
Storage bros don't need dual drives to win,
Just hard platters, high RPM spin.
-- Disk McHardy
"7200 RPM. all day. every day."
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