Heed my warning, child i’m not holding back here
You may have some style but iv’e done this for years
Gettin’ pretty cocky for a faceless corpo!
Need a keyboard jockey just to try to stop our big show
We’ve hacked into everything so try and fail to fight back
When the very words you sing get turned and twisted til you’re off track!
What the funk? you guys are cheatin’!
Singin’ stuff feels wonky gotta focus on the beat or i won’t even keep it on key!
Should’ve read our fight terms first, kid!
Made the deal we’ll do our worst, kid!
Bring it, cowards! caught-me off guard but i’ll play your game and rock hard
That was nothing!
Keep on bluffing!
Crank it higher
You’re all liars
You can’t top my verbal fire!
You’ve poked a mighty bull trample you as we pull every trick that we’ve got brought a bag full!
Outwit each tough pitfall with vocals that enthrall trample your evil plot eat that, eyeball
Look in our blood-red eye you’ll be blindsided by what we’ve got planned for you say your final goodbyes!
Keep tootin’ your own horn your rhymes are old and worn haven’t done nothin’ new since the day i was born
Raised in the pits of hell to rule all we see
Man. i can really tell you’ve gotten rusty
This has been merely a warm-up we’re on fire
Lookin’ at how you preform it don’t inspire
Might get kind of gruesome, but that’s business!
Bet you never knew i could spit like this!
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