[Intro: Gene Wilder]

Come with me and you'll be

In a world of pure imagination

Take a look and you'll see

Into your imagination

We'll begin with a spin (Huh)

[Chorus: SPECTR]

Yeah, you call me Willy Fucking Wonka

The way I make my own shit, and mix and master it

It's actually magic, the was you're in a panic

Because my last song outsold your album in about half the time

You had half the rhymes, half the bars, half the kick in the arse

To make it far, you wake and bake

I'm better there's no debate

And I wrote the way the Endgame play-ay-ays

[Verse 1: SPECTR]

I deal with this shit by reclusing (Huh?)

You out here, loose-caboosing (What?)

With your girl, I hit it while snoozing (Woo)

You sitting with her, all bruiser-cruising (Woah)

Yeah, know I'm too bougie, know I'm never losing

Yeah, riding in the Benz, top-down. yeah we cruising

(*Vocal Chopping*)

We trucing

[Interlude]

Really?

Yeah dude, of course

Aw, thanks man

[Verse 2: SPECTR]

Sike bitch, what the fuck are you on

I got more crazy shit in my head than fucking Quanon (Perfect)

Walking in the room, like "The fuck is going on?"

Highest in the room like I'm bringing the storm in

Outshine you, yeah, you're storming off the stage

You couldn't keep the pace. you jealous I get double the plays

Bitch I'm the one with the golden ticket yeah

I gotta hold my own space!

[Chorus: SPECTR]

Bitches call me Willy fucking Wonka

The way I make my own shit, and mix and master it

It's actually magic, the was you're in a panic

Because my last song outsold your album in about half the time

Yeah, you had half the rhymes, half the bars, half the kick in the arse

To make it far, you wake and bake

I'm better there's no debate

And I rode the wave

And I wrote the way the Endgame play-ay-ays

[Verse 3: SPECTR]

My music grows on you like a fucking disease

I make music that you'll fuck with, you got an STD

I drop fire, so they saying "Huh?", I burned the village

Don't blame me, the leaks caused a spillage

Bar after bar, after bar after bar

One hit in the whole, how I stay on par

David and goliath shit, bitch I'm Bowing, Blackstar

Rolling in the whip, I got exclusive cars

WC 2023, exclusive cards

You a BMW, I'm a Jaguar

Go easy on you noobs, how I set the bar

And I can get higher than you, like "Damn, that's far"

Got this game on strings like I play guitar

Remember you while I write my memoir, like

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, you're cool

Like Bobby Bobby Hall, how I like to ball

In the middle of winter, I got the smoothest drip

Like it came off the tap, I don't even make the trip

I just stay in the right like U-uh-Kip

I got the craziest bars. I got the craziest whip

I got the craziest flows, I got the craziest chick, (Sike)

Got the urge to win, I just scratch the itch

Game in my hand like I'm holding a Wii

Tracks so fire, my throwaway's still crazy

But I cover all bases like A-Z!

[Outro]

I broke up with ma ex-girl, here's her number

(*Crowd murmurs*)

Sike, that's the wrong number!

(*Crowd erupts & Cheers*)