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Artists who can sing, vs artist who cant sing  #brainrot #lowqualitymemes #lowquality #21stcenturyhumor #meme #funny #artistatiktok #artistsoftiktok #artistswhocansingvsartistswhocantsing #djkahled #yabadabadooo  Yabadabadoo loved music. Or at least, she thought she did. Everyone else? Not so much. From the moment she could walk, Yabadabadoo dreamed of being a rock star. With her battered guitar slung over her shoulder, she wandered from town to town, ready to share her “gift” with the world. The problem? Her voice. It wasn’t just bad—it was catastrophic. Her singing sounded like a cat fighting a blender, with a hint of a dying car engine for extra effect. Birds fell from trees. Dogs howled in agony. People covered their ears and sprinted for cover the moment she strummed the first chord. One day, Yabadabadoo arrived in a small, peaceful village. The streets were full of people enjoying their day, completely unaware of the disaster about to strike. She set up in the town square, took a deep breath, and began to play. A deep, screeching wail echoed through the air. The nearest shopkeeper dropped his basket of fruit. A baby, previously giggling in a stroller, let out a terrified shriek. A man watering his plants sprayed himself in the face as he scrambled to escape. Within moments, the town square was in chaos. People abandoned their market stalls, running in all directions. Doors slammed shut. Windows were locked. Even the pigeons, creatures infamous for their fearless nature, took flight and never looked back. But Yabadabadoo? She smiled, oblivious to the destruction around her. “Wow,” she whispered to herself. “They must be running to tell their friends about me!” By the time she finished her song, the once-bustling village was a ghost town. She strummed the last note and looked around, confused. “Weird. Guess they didn’t like that one. Maybe I should go louder next time!” And with that, she picked up her guitar and marched toward the next town, ready to “bless” the world with another performance they would never forget—no matter how hard they tried.
Artists who can sing, vs artist who cant sing #brainrot #lowqualitymemes #lowquality #21stcenturyhumor #meme #funny #artistatiktok #artistsoftiktok #artistswhocansingvsartistswhocantsing #djkahled #yabadabadooo Yabadabadoo loved music. Or at least, she thought she did. Everyone else? Not so much. From the moment she could walk, Yabadabadoo dreamed of being a rock star. With her battered guitar slung over her shoulder, she wandered from town to town, ready to share her “gift” with the world. The problem? Her voice. It wasn’t just bad—it was catastrophic. Her singing sounded like a cat fighting a blender, with a hint of a dying car engine for extra effect. Birds fell from trees. Dogs howled in agony. People covered their ears and sprinted for cover the moment she strummed the first chord. One day, Yabadabadoo arrived in a small, peaceful village. The streets were full of people enjoying their day, completely unaware of the disaster about to strike. She set up in the town square, took a deep breath, and began to play. A deep, screeching wail echoed through the air. The nearest shopkeeper dropped his basket of fruit. A baby, previously giggling in a stroller, let out a terrified shriek. A man watering his plants sprayed himself in the face as he scrambled to escape. Within moments, the town square was in chaos. People abandoned their market stalls, running in all directions. Doors slammed shut. Windows were locked. Even the pigeons, creatures infamous for their fearless nature, took flight and never looked back. But Yabadabadoo? She smiled, oblivious to the destruction around her. “Wow,” she whispered to herself. “They must be running to tell their friends about me!” By the time she finished her song, the once-bustling village was a ghost town. She strummed the last note and looked around, confused. “Weird. Guess they didn’t like that one. Maybe I should go louder next time!” And with that, she picked up her guitar and marched toward the next town, ready to “bless” the world with another performance they would never forget—no matter how hard they tried.

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