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Cop the shirt from link in bio😭🙏 #funk #phonk #trollface #top5 #brainrot #meme #funny #lowqualitymemes @majed ماجد  #majed #theonlymajed #rating #music #hot #or #not  Majed loved phonk music. He loved it so much that he decided to start his own TikTok account where he’d rate his favorite tracks. But Majed didn’t just rate the songs—he performed. Each video began the same way: he’d stand motionless, staring at the camera with a blank expression, his face oddly emotionless, almost like an NPC waiting for someone to press ‘A’ to continue. Then, without warning, he’d snap into action, his arms flailing to the beat, his head bobbing like he was on strings. His reviews were bizarre. “This track… it goes hard… like, I feel like I’m in an abandoned parking lot… at night… with a baseball bat… 9.7 out of 10,” he’d say, his voice completely monotone, his face still expressionless. To emphasize his point, he’d add random, overly-edited explosions in the background, like he was rating action scenes from a low-budget movie. He added weird filters, too—his face would suddenly distort into a cartoonish grin, or his eyes would grow to unnatural sizes as the bass dropped. The text on screen would flash “BANGER ALERT” in neon comic sans, spinning around like a Windows Movie Maker effect from 2005. He thought it was genius. But the comments were brutal. “Bro thinks he’s in a 2010 YouTube poop,” one wrote. Another read, “Majed moves like a GTA NPC when you bump into them.” The edits became meme material, people stitching his videos to mock his awkward movements, replaying his bizarre transitions over and over. At school, people would imitate him, freezing in the hallways, then flailing their arms around like malfunctioning robots. “BANGER ALERT!” they’d shout, their voices flat, mocking his deadpan delivery. Majed pretended not to care, but the teasing stung. Determined to prove them wrong, he doubled down, adding even more edits—explosions, car crashes, even a fake earthquake effect. The ridicule only grew, but so did his followers. People couldn’t get enough of the cringe. Majed didn’t know whether to be proud or embarrassed, but one thing was certain: his NPC dance moves were unforgettable.
Cop the shirt from link in bio😭🙏 #funk #phonk #trollface #top5 #brainrot #meme #funny #lowqualitymemes @majed ماجد #majed #theonlymajed #rating #music #hot #or #not Majed loved phonk music. He loved it so much that he decided to start his own TikTok account where he’d rate his favorite tracks. But Majed didn’t just rate the songs—he performed. Each video began the same way: he’d stand motionless, staring at the camera with a blank expression, his face oddly emotionless, almost like an NPC waiting for someone to press ‘A’ to continue. Then, without warning, he’d snap into action, his arms flailing to the beat, his head bobbing like he was on strings. His reviews were bizarre. “This track… it goes hard… like, I feel like I’m in an abandoned parking lot… at night… with a baseball bat… 9.7 out of 10,” he’d say, his voice completely monotone, his face still expressionless. To emphasize his point, he’d add random, overly-edited explosions in the background, like he was rating action scenes from a low-budget movie. He added weird filters, too—his face would suddenly distort into a cartoonish grin, or his eyes would grow to unnatural sizes as the bass dropped. The text on screen would flash “BANGER ALERT” in neon comic sans, spinning around like a Windows Movie Maker effect from 2005. He thought it was genius. But the comments were brutal. “Bro thinks he’s in a 2010 YouTube poop,” one wrote. Another read, “Majed moves like a GTA NPC when you bump into them.” The edits became meme material, people stitching his videos to mock his awkward movements, replaying his bizarre transitions over and over. At school, people would imitate him, freezing in the hallways, then flailing their arms around like malfunctioning robots. “BANGER ALERT!” they’d shout, their voices flat, mocking his deadpan delivery. Majed pretended not to care, but the teasing stung. Determined to prove them wrong, he doubled down, adding even more edits—explosions, car crashes, even a fake earthquake effect. The ridicule only grew, but so did his followers. People couldn’t get enough of the cringe. Majed didn’t know whether to be proud or embarrassed, but one thing was certain: his NPC dance moves were unforgettable.

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