Mischief Night (Freeverse)

Okay, all set, let's go

I'm a raw dude, it's what I evolved to

And the shit you heard about me is probably all true

And what you call my peers in rap, I call food

Cut 'em into little pieces and dip 'em in fondue

Cocaine and Chartreuse to get loose and boost

These spastic outbursts occurrin' up in the booth

I'm writin' these dissertations, they writin' like Mother Goose

And their fans must be slow too 'cause they gettin' views

But it's cool 'cause I'm ridin' on my own path

Stayed out the way of the game and I chose that

While they climb the Hollywood mountain with a broke back

Sellin' ass while they sellin' souls, sellin' both that

And I could've been G-Eazy, could've signed a big deal

Took those very same meetings but I got a weird feelin'

Lookin' at it now, that shit gives me the chills

'Cause to be G-Eazy would suck, dawg, for real

He on so many drugs, he got me lookin' sober

Now wipe that damn makeup off, you fuckin' poser

That Satan-worshippin' Illuminati shit is over

And so is your career, dawg, let me give you closure

Throw this motherfucker in a halfway house

Before he spits another trash ass bar, just get him out

G, you makin' white boys look bad right now

And as a white boy, you don't get no pass right now

You could say that I'm a dick, I'd be inclined to agree

But I'm just sick of all these wannabe lyin' MC's

Little puppets for their labels and secret societies

Up at Diddy gatherings, bunch of Hollywood creeps

Can't say from first hand, never been to one

For the tea, you gotta ask Meek Mill that one

Yeah, my skills ain't dull, yeah, I'm still that one

You could say I'm not a legend but I feel like one

I'm the bastard son of Shady

So whether or not he chooses to embrace me doesn't matter

He knows he's the one who made me all those years ago

When I was little more than a baby, he created a fuckin' monster

So love me or hate me, I'm still the

Fuckin' Jon Snow to the Shadiest throne

Thought I wanted it until I started makin' my own

North of the wall, underground where the White Walkers roam

All alone, but just look at how the padawan's grown

With the death of Slim Shady, there's an open slot though

Who you think's qualified? Fuckin' Jack Harlow? Fuck no

It'd be a compliment to call him so-so

That white man can't jump, I mean, shit, he can barely flow

I don't know him, I'm just sayin' he ain't got it like that

And nor do most of the rappers within my Spotify app

And if I don't do it, then who else gon' take out the trash?

It's a thankless job, so I just embrace it as that

But why you hatin', Webby? What's the fuckin' matter with you?

I don't know, I got bored, didn't have shit to do

Crushed an Addy and snorted it, now I'm back in the mood

To massacre these wack rappers, I'm a savage, it's true

I'm not a mean guy, really, I'm just playin' my position

Which puts me in a position for rippin' my competition

But that don't mean I hate everybody, don't you forget it

I got underground alliances with some of the illest

I know Canadian rappers, real Canadian rappers

Who didn't move to the States and stopped claimin' it after

Yeah, you know who I mean, that's just my thoughts on the matter

And regardless of the science, I'm an anti-Daxer

Shout to Merkules, DTG, and Quake

Shout to Classified and Chaud Claire leadin' the way

And any other real Canadians I'm meanin' to say

But above all else, it's rest in peace Pat Stay

Wait, you didn't say Drake, uh, yeah, I know

I'm not a girl with bad musical taste or a homo

I ain't big enough to diss him though, he's outta my league

And after Kendrick caught that body, honestly, there's no need

So fuck it, nothin' matters 'cause whatever I do

I'm not part of the program so I ain't gettin' the views

I could fuckin' cure cancer, go and get on the news

I still won't get the credit whenever the credit is due

But if you do get mad at what I said today

I won't apologize and yes, it was meant that way

But fuck it, I can't help the fact I am this way

Wish I wasn't sometimes but fuck it sometimes

And sometimes some shit just gotta be said

And who else gon' do it? So screw it, go get my meds

A couple ketamine crystals and a joint to the head

I'm that microphone killer, now that microphone dead