It's My Solve In a Box

Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya. And I always find, yeah, I always find something wrong...

...believe me, when I repeatedly say, I GET IT. You found that sick pixel match of Los-delphia. Who needs coordinates? Your dig site is clearly represented. It's a sure thing...why can't anyone understand how right you are? You'll show 'em! Poppin off with that 34 slide PowerPoint preso. Each line of the verse accounted for. Every millimeter of the painting represented. All neat and tidy with a bow, you are ready to click send... ...DON'T, please do not send me that shit. I don't want to see it. Most of the time, I don't open and just delete it. I'll never care how HUGE your revelations are or how LONG your dissertation may be. I know you're trying to make the community great again. Just keep in mind, these "SOLVES" you send without any prior communication or reading a single post here, are the unsolicited dick pics of The Secret.

Get it? Got it? Goodbye... ...Let's have a toast for the douchebags. Let's have a toast for the assholes. Let's have a toast for the scumbags. Music - Kanye West - Runaway