[French female voice:]
C'est Constructus Corporation
[Intro/Hook]
Meet Rick Flare
Self-made millionaire
Uh-huh
Eccentric investor(?)
Extraordinaire
Yeah, that's right
Hi there
Meet Rick Flare
Self-made millionaire
Ah
Eccentric Investor(?)
Extraordinaire
Yeah
[Verse]
And they're like 'What's that distant rumbling?'
Guess who's coming through thunderin'
Back on the scene
Rocking his black comedy
For all you little underlings
The fully poseable mimic is a disposable gimmick
Flip shiz, manipulative coroner lyric
That gets all up in your sh**
Like a chorus when I speak
I freak intense sentences
Like a judge don't mess around
Nobody can hold me back
When I'm all up in your face, like a faulty gat
Come on girl
Let me see you work that booty to the beat
Like a salty crack
We're here to motivate, there's no debate
You're overweight
MC sounds silly
Trumpets sound
Walls come tumbling down
Cuz a-Rick Flare's so skinny
What you doing man, you've released a ghost
You've got company
It's a parasite
Be the host
Now you want me to stop
But f** it, I love it
Open the cupboard
Open the cupboard
Upon from within, all over you like skins
You're so confident you're gonna win, f** yeah
No doubt Rick, definitely got flare
You may be sick but definitely not scared
[Hook]
Meet Rick Flare
Self-made millionaire
Uh-huh
Eccentric Investor(?)
Extraordinaire
Yeah, that's right
Hi there
Meet Rick Flare
Self-made millionaire
[Verse]
Like a rejuvenating 7 day detox plan for relieving constipation
Call me the immortal man(??) of mystery, and revealing transformation
My super sound's got me bumping all kinds of unexpected sh** even for me like my play thing
Cause then I'm looking back on what just happened flat out(?) telling myself 'It's f**in' amazing'
You don't wanna play(?) with the psychosomatic ill one, 'scuse me if you could lyrically(??) move(?) that's not-
Me looking at a burden above my head to think about what I - what I did to you
I'm on pool(?) pitch(?) bringing the cool sh** all advanced like cyborg
And these f**in' monkeys(?) all return western imperialist bullsh**
Like from Saigon to hold you(?) the signal
I've got millions of minus minions plugged into my miser(?)
Plus some fangirls on my dick go: 'We love you Rick'
Now don't slip - illuminate(?) torches(?)
Deciphering impenetrable forces
f**ing with all sorts of raucous forces
I'm lost in this following, following orders
'Who is that guy?'