[Hook: Mildred]

Hype men gents blow him up like hydrogen

Take the stage, truly blowing up like Saibamen

In search of green, it’s alien to me

Mic’s my weapon, Debris causes them to flee

[Verse 1: Mildred]

Pass the mic, like pass the bong

Words fuel it, ideas spark for a class of songs

Raps my treasure, I need to live by it

Dreams to catch up on sleep, plus improve my diet

Threaten his own life span, too hard to get cemented

Though weapon in his right hand, had them all attentive

Voice projection, to dazzle the room

His words forced into the mental like Scrabble and a spoon

You can always crack willpower, time to attack it’s Millz hour

Bitter vulgarity, slap em real sour

More lines than an ounce provide

Count on him to be council shy

Keep your pride, pussy, possessions

Only pussies pride on possession, least that’s what I reckon

Steal a car, really breaking in horses

Don’t fear the dark, I’m Satan though exhausted

Insane though exalted, in pain flow is halted

Can main, though it’s in vain to stay holstered

I marvel

Too paste a view, radio rappers repetitive like brush, rinse and gargle

Only losers at the Millhouse, least I think so

Looser lyrics though I still trounce, I blink so

Play the sad card, my presence is 22 in Blackjack

In essence, I’m here to groove with fact rap

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Mildred]

I’m a ruler with a pen, that’s why my lines are straight up

They try to blackball with their rhymes, but get ate up

Deadly as a WWE punch

Ironic to save cheddar, you gotta cut the double cheese lunch

His rap gifts were stolen, Grinch imagery

Conquered the game like Mongolians and clinched victory

I knew the whole crowd was sensitive

Deny it, you’re too fake, had their jaws dropped like a dental kit

Attachment to poetry is sentimental maybe

Words are reliable, but sent his mental crazy

Words are an underestimated attack, when you’re educated come back

Segregated from spitting whack rap

These rappers are dummies, simple enough for infants

Seek peace in his mental temple, in an instance

Convert a man, to a manequeen

Murder a beat so you understand my dreams

It’s hip hop