[Intro]
We're ending the mixtape
Welcome to my mind
The villain, uhh
The concluding track, lets go
[Verse: Mildred]
The poorest emcee swimming rich on Earth in wisdom
Galore of empty spitting b**hes from Perth to Brisbane
Their individuality as present as DB Cooper
The savior, a plain man, lay behind the scenes like some TV bloopers
His lyricism, doomed the game
Witticisms with his writ and spits, consumed their terrain
New to this craft, conspiracists swarmed when he tested the waters
Lyricists mourned when he tested the best order
Welcome to rap, it's built around professing knowledge
Hell come, the whack, no guilt amounted on progressing to destroy it
My creativity is consistent like a virgin at a kissing booth
Misses detect trouble, a mission like fishing a missing sleuth
Last Friday I held up Pinky's lost in power
Dr. Doom or Dr. Evil, I'm adopting lofts for cowards
What a time to be alive, the future is grim
In the past, their face went white, Jesus trooper you're slim
Double entendre, uhh, let me think of one
First autograph is signs for big things to come
They wanna see my bars start to shrink
Disliked, though essential to the plot like Jar Jar Binks
When you're heading for the Pearly gates who needa live with bills
Leave it to Ferris to supply a list of thrills
You've toured the mind, of an ill villain
You tell me if my rhymes and sk** will fulfill my vision
Get out of my house
Outta my mind