I got the mad beats, like the sad beats, except they ain’t sad. They mad! Mad like a hatter, my mom is fatter, fuck you what rhymes with fatter?

I lay so much smackdown, you just can’t be around, you gotta run and hide. Run! Hide! Run! Hide! Hide! Run! Yeah. You confused now, bitch. Like Daffy Duck and Bugs the Bunny, I got you running, I steal your honey. Like Winnie the Pooh, I mix my references all up, on my resume, it’s got sway, I forgot where I was.

And then I open my eyes, and I steal your soul!

I AM SHIVA! I AM MIGHTY! GIVE ME WHISKEY! IN MY PANTS I GO POTTY! NO ONE IS STRONGER! NONE SHALL SURVIVE! IN ALL CAPS I WILL SCREAM! AND SHIT OUT A BEEHIVE!

Not the hairdo you fool. Actual bees. Real bees, with stingers, they’ll attack you like a ladder. After it gets tipped over. It’s like a video, you know, with people who fall off ladders, fuck you why you gotta play me? You ain’t Kid! You ain’t Play! Shit, you ain’t got the mad hair!

Now you listen here, and you listen with fear! I’m the Hammerpants, and in my fur coat I go pimping! I keep my pimp hand stronger, and my wrist it ain’t limpin’. Like I did after that time I tripped over my own shoes. But shut the fuck up fool! I won’t tell you again!

NONE SHALL REMAIN! MAKE YOUR TIME! I WILL SEND YOU UP THE HIZZOUSE BOMBSHELLS! LIKE MANUEL I WILL DWELL IT WILL BE SWELL SEE MY RHYME! MAKE YOUR TIME!

‘Cause this land it’s your land, this land it’s my land from the… fuck I’m bad at maps. Fuck this. Peace out.

I’LL SWALLOW YOUR SOUL!