I'm back with the Comic mentality

This is starting to be my reality

What am I made for

What was I a slave for

I'm a clock that never stops

That was a metaphor

My idol's Harrison Ford

When he played Han Solo

Bitch, I made over a thousand streams when I was [ah] solo

So low down to ground

Pounding your father and your mother and your daughter and your in-laws

Small dick but "Yum, big balls"

I prefer this over sex dolls

January first, that was my first Rick Roll of the year

You guys love to troll, here, have a beer

Your cranial nerve system may not be working, but that's part of the surprise

Oh damn, what did they do to your eyes

Plop, oh you should have known

I'm such a violent gnome

And you know I get pissed off very easily

This is never gonna be the last time I empty this magazine of this 1911

Oh my, look what happened to my rhymes

Bitch you mess with me, now you must suffer the price

Look at me, look at him

Do you see any difference

It's me and Moscar

We the same

Oh my, look what happened to my rhymes

Bitch you mess with me, now you must suffer the price

Look at me, look at him

We the same

We the same

And this ain't ok

Do you really believe this is so easy

I oughta get a penny for every single time there is a white boy rapper exclusively on Soundcloud

Always acting like a gangsta

Always throwing up gangsta signs

Bitch you ain't Busta Rhymes

Every time they mention a gun

They use the word "blick"

And roll their R's [brr]

Instead of using a real gun sound

Or a simulated gun sound

If they say they have it, then don't they use it

I'd use mine but it's way too loud

And this sound, sounds exactly like it

And they use some bitch ass tattoos with a Sharpie marker

And PEN15 knows that Wcdonalds sold markers for seven billion dollars

Right Ken? Give me and Amen [Amen]

I stole that line, but it just matched with the time

Now I gotta fight copyright [God, do I hate copyright]

Oh man, I'd be a millionaire if that ever happened

Oh my, look what happened to my rhymes

Bitch you mess with me, now you must suffer the price

Look at me, look at him

Do you see any difference

It's me and Moscar

We the same

Oh my, look what happened to my rhymes

Bitch you mess with me, now you must suffer the price

Look at me, look at him

We the same

We the same oh

We the same

We the same oh

We the same

Do you believe we could ever change [ever change]

I'm spilling shit that even my grandmother could do in one take [one take]

All I gotta do is concentrate

And perchancebly send nobody [nobody]

To concentration [concentration]

Camp

[Oh, damn it, damn it, damn it,]

Damn, singing is terrible

Fucking unbearable

Not even narratable

You should just put down the pen and stop fighting

What are you gonna do start rhyming

You know what

I hope you can block shot this cock shot

With a motherfucking double-ought buckshot

With the sound of a gunshot

That's the sound of the Glock-shut the fuck up

Damn

Wait you unlocked it

Your stupid lyrical capabilities unlocked it

Oh my, look what happened to my rhymes

Bitch you mess with me, now you must suffer the price

Look at me, look at him

Do you see any difference

It's me and Moscar

We the same

Oh my, look what happened to my rhymes

Bitch you mess with me, now you must suffer the price

Look at me, look at him

We the same

Yes, I finally have it

After all this time, I finally have it

Oh, it's just a Get-Well card

Yeah, never mind that

{My singing is ass tbh, except for Fuck The Scammers}

In your most masculine voice again

Alright, alright, alright

Into the mic

Dude I'm kinda-I'm kinda sick so let me just try it

Let me try it real quick

Let me try again ok,ok

Amen