[Intro: Mayham]

Introductions? Man, do people even listen to these?

Why can't we just skip these, and just get to the fucking song?

Fuck it, I'm talking to my self, man

Feels like...

Kinda feels like...

This world's just...

Empty

[Verse 1: MT]

Haha

MT, yeah it's me, the greatest of all great, just call me king

King kong, an overgrown beast, feast your eyes on the monster

Who drops the, illest rhymes you heard, it's all a blur

I'm the alien of the school, the one no one understood

You'd be surprised of all my all-nighters

On top of that, I’m a fighter, like mike Tyson, I’m tight son, on this mic

Take a bite out of this rap game, fight me

No? then bite me

You tryna shine but your dynamite ain’t light-ing

High things? You tryna get high and fly but you ain't got no wings

When it comes to dark poems, heart filling true words

Fam, I go beast mode and start growing blue fur

Forget the dark rumours you’ve heard

They ain’t true, I ain’t who, they say I am, and if they say it’s true

I ain’t telling you

Remember karma sees, seize the drama please

My bars extreme, you keep dreaming

My heart’s freezing cold

Stay far from me, I’m a dark machine

But when it comes to God, I stand in a ray of light

People say I’m white, and say it like Mayham might

And say it's not a pleasant sight to see

So you want a fight with me? Ain't that nice to see

He says my rhymes ain't flavourless

And y'all yapping limitless

[Verse 2: Mayham]

I'm ridiculous at both rap and wickedness

Sticking it, cause it's mostly hate I give, homie, my forty hour stimulus

I've been through my hot hell, no way I'm not well

I smell pot, and I'm still hot if my rap does not sell!

Cause I'm someone you can't bare, and I trap like a damn snare

These mans stare but never steppin' up cause they stand scared

I should've ran mayor, but that chance rare

Cause they dared me to make a fucking track where I can't swear! (haha)

But my flow's tighter than a pussy

You deciding to push me

Is like suicide, deadly

Your style is too weak

I'm a tiger who eats

5 bison, two sheep

So you see how I do this loosely

Homie, how can I not do me

You having a brain fart while my mind is racing

Like I finished 5 races with my laces untied, crazy

Cause in this track, gotta be mean, but I gotta be clean

So thinking I'll back down, homie, you must be outta your weed!