This pea-brain couldn't fight the hypest psychic
You'd wish for a mind like I got
So why don't you fly off high, kid?
Add this to my list of Mike drops
1,2,3,4,5,6
Il-Nam
Please, can you be quiet you brat
I'm sat here trying to count up
All the fucks I just don't give about this
Spoiled child's t̴̺̾ä̷͙n̸'͙ẗ̶̼r̷̘͠u̷̺̚m̵͕̃s̵̱̆ (Hah...)
Make like a cookie and cut it out
Or take my lyrical structure now
You lost tug-of-war to 9 year old
And then she turned this clown straight upside down
As a juvenile you did abuse a few rabbits
And move on to family, but truth is
I would, too, be a loose screw
If in my youth I looked like young Putin
He's a contestant forever contained and never obtaining a win
I have no need for pathetic damn telekinetic advantages
When I am pulling the strings, Parents dead and gone
Experimented on cloned, hidden and disgraced
Tentacles he's got entering him, what happened to Henry?
Squid Games!
Wake up sleepyhead
Just had to check that you're not dead, Fascinating
Like spider, you're growing cobwebs
You won't have to worry about the disease in your brain
Because your brittle bones will be easy to break
For the love of god, Your terrible button-pushing
Fucking schlop has summed up what
All of humanity now suffers from
Your reality television, I'm cutting off
Don't stand there and tell me that you did nothing wrong
It's for a worthy cause, 'cuz it's not
You're enforcing a deeply and awful structure
'Cuz life is so dull and boring you want to play undercover, boss!
Think you're good you have to be blind
That was before I scratched out your eyes
A clowning old man who has cancer and dies
You're Jigsaw in a crappy disguise
Rap against me and you gamble your life
I'll show you something to satisfy clients
Red or green, it won't matter in time
The flashing of lights means grandads demise
That was like your papa's collar, Rather shocking!
A twist so predictable that this grandfather clocked it
I make billions I mint won bitch I'm getting that bread like Il-naan
But poor you, you killed mom, then turned Victor to victim
Though the stranger thing was how Creel spoke to that little girl
With his blank creepy stare (ew!)
You want to be a predator?
Very well, you can take a seat right over there
Order your patrollers to out-gun me
I'll torture your foot soldiers without fumbling
Hawkins Lab shoulda told it malfunctioned
Cuz I slaughter opponents when outnumbered
Immortal, a demon, a menacing threat
I don't blame you for wetting the bed
Playing kiddie games at eighty two
They should lock you in the rainbow room
Your suffering shall end with both of our ascension
I, plague a dimension
You, fake your dementia
You're glued in daydream
That's hardly music you're making
Which means that this prune can't escape me