Danna Pond - Roast Yourself Challenge (Explicit) |

Roast Yourself Challenge


Hi there friend, my name’s Danna Pond
I chose my name when my mind was gone
I’m a brunette in the roots but the ends are blonde
I’ll start to pull away if we start to bond
I’m a real guitarist, I know FOUR chords
I move around the capo and a scratch my board
It would make a lot more sense if I played them barred
But lately I make music with my credit card


Do you like bass, cause I BUY beats
but I’ll sell my soul before I fill these seats
Don’t look both ways when I cross the street
I’m a little suicidal and I’m tryina yeet
Did I say yeet? I meant yacht.
Look at all the swanky things I never bought
There’s another big fish that I coulda caught
Is there anything real about what I’ve got?

Didn’t grow up rich, now I’m living disabled
And I still buy beats before putting bread on the table
Put down the guitar, I play when I’m able
How long, again, now have I been stable?
Got bipolar type I, and I’m frequently manic
Run around doing this and that like I’m sanic
I mean the most I can say’s at least I’m dynamic
If I think that I’m Iron Man well, then, maybe panic


So what, she’s crazy and bad at guitar
Scratches her fretboard and drives an old car
Borderline suicidal and when manic a liar
She burned her parents wedding photos in a fire
Unstable at best is a compliment, Danna
And for your next photosesh try to wear a waist trainer
“Is she out of her head” is a real no brainer
What viscous white fluid was in that container?


Who takes pictures doing insane shit like I do?
Don’t do it for the vine, kid, don’t even try to
You can do what I do, and maybe you might too
But don’t blame me when you get here, I didn’t invite you
18+ on the gram cause I tried burning hydrogen
Accounts got me banned like I summoned leviathan
What am I gonna do, post selfies and cry again
Or will I shut down emotionally like liquid nitrogen



It’s not a mystery, I know I’m not cool
I don’t post selfies ironically where you can see drool
If I look like I’m crazy, I was acting a fool
I let me friend taze me, but at least I’m not cruel
That’s the best that I’ve got, four chords and rhyme scheme
Life with no metronome is the off time dream
The Off-time dream? Try time off work
Is there any responsibility that I won’t shirk?

So how did I do, should I roast myself harder?
I roasted myself, look at me, I’m a martyr
“Like rotisserie chicken” is good for a starter
If you wanna roast well then you gotta rhyme smarter
The Queen of Self Roasts, is the dream that I want
I’ve got some self-loathing and talent to flaunt
I’ve got some new clothing, I’m out on the haunt
Think you can do better, leave it off on a taunt.