Intro:

Sensei, I’m sorry

I know this isn’t how you trained me

But just this once

For the sake of the world

I’m going to have to go…

Full Weeb!

Verse:

Freeced on a track means Microphone Murderer

Breaking into rap scenes like a home burglar

Raps Capsaicin, I’m writing tomes burnier

And I’m the kinda guy you mighta liked to known earlier

Wordier, a suburban type but I raps hard

Naptown courier, speedy with the Nascar

Flow’s burlier, So I’m beefy up in Asgard

Too big to fail 2 CD on the dashboard

Catch me on a weekday, knee-deep in a trashyard

Snacking on a BK whopper and a glass shard

May have graduated, but I’m needy or a cash card

6’3”, only ever topple when I crash hard

Lack bars? Nah, I got ‘em sortеd like a Luna Box

Tasty on a beat; sweet, natural, sucanat

Zuko on the flow, too hot, no, you cannot

Finish mе, like Kabuto when he says “Illuminat”

Never like a Roadhog main, so it’s no hook

Better when it’s no bots, game got ‘em so shook

Threadin’ through the faux pas, aim like a slow took

Attercop flows in your veins when I go cook

Bar me on the nets, fresh curry with the know look

Rawrin’ when I flex, nose buried in a notebook

Karasuno chess crows, worrying a dope Rook

Paru on the blessed flows, furry and a whole crook

Look, yo, I’mma get it heated like a bunsen does

Band-Aid flow, get it treated when I’m bumpin’ cuts

Catchin’ butchers when I bake candles, I rub a W

Tell The Booker Freeced is the handle, I’m coming up

Never let it be said I never was a Teaboo

Keep it PG Tips between Me and You

Flawless attack with the grammar that I’m parsing

Now pause you reaction and tell ‘em what the bars mean

Outro:

Human Freeced: Well as an english major-

Doll Freeced: S H U T

Human Freeced: Oh 😢