[Intro]
Super motherf**ing villain, we chilling
We out to get these millions, stacks and sh**
We chilling
Ay yo, this dip tried to tell him
Ooh you're like the sun
Chasing all of the rain away
When you come around, you bring brighter days
She told him, you're the perfect one
Me and you forever will be
I told her, I will rock this microphone, always
[Verse: Mildred]
A rap priest, known for molesting beats
They didn't seem to pleased, when I feasted on their elites
A message to all labels
Do not trick or play with the figure invested in old fables
Or peel back his exterior
And stick him with your styles, I feel like this is what makes rap inferior
Always spitting poisonous fumes, explains the exhaust
When in Rome, its code to snort c**aine with the cohorts
Style reflects the Flintstones
It's self-explanatory when I refer to theirs as brimstone
Reflections on Fred and Barney, that's mysteries and sing-alongs
Morning liturgy of Bing and Bong, history of hymns, now gone
Indulged in paranormal paraphernalia
I parachuted into that phase as a paranoid teenager
He's dooming his name, with those pointless caps
Drugs, short-term happiness to those voiceless chaps
As I implement my pen, it's just visions of blue and black
Feel like the heir to rap, shaved the foes, try find a smoother track
Sold his solutions to deal with his problems
Spring away the fake, and the real will blossom
Lets concur, currency is currently the clear k**er through all cla**es
Screw the ma**es, I grew through ashes
Lyrics as brutal as baseball bats, complimented with soothing pitch
Unintentionally presented a seducing spit
Rhythmic Debris, the diseased
Inspired by Ed, Edd and Eddy to fill our report cards with E's and D's
Real recognize fake too
Appeal to rectify my mistakes blew, as the stakes grew
Mildred mood go from mild to seeing damn red
It's a shock like reading a random 4Chan thread
Criticism cold saying he slurs mild
Leonardo seems earnest so how'd he make the Oscar's wild