Alfred’s Theme (Remix)

[Intro]
Hiya kids!
Come one, come all!
Witness a once in a lifetime event!
Today, We Skeem will allow the beat to be goofier than him!

[Verse]
Welcome to remixing the lyrical homicide
Been kept up at night by clerical error guys
Try to poke holes in my material bare disguise
Misinterpret the goals and improperly analyze
Miss, in turn you pit yourself against my annals of impeccable guise
Won't be wise to defy brilliance of annulling unwise
Civilians, I don't hide from thе millions, the gimmick's a mirror
See it clearer, find thе hiding little man is you, my dear
People dislike what they don't understand
So put my head on a pike, it's all part of the plan
My body of work flies over your land
As you catapult my corpse like shit from your apish hands
But when I hit a fan, they glide to me like we're fam
You storm in with your troopers while we jet on by, damn
I guess we're jet guys with dead eyes
Coming with force like we're Jedis
Take my Five Guys over aimless small fries
I got extras in the bag, try to Whop me like a King
In N Out before you make a scene
Catch the Skeem? Nah, We too fast and hungry
But please don't block me from the social feed
'Cause I've got food for thought
You brought regrettable forgettable inedible slop
Your fate inevitable, let it all go, nobody bought
Can't be competitive with boring sedative repetitive drops
And those who mess with me, well, pop
Sorry 'bout your bubble but I'm bursting when I bop
So for your next flop, you'll land belly up top
Bankrupt trying to buy your way with a buck stop
Corrupt and lying, sly away but I'm the pool where you dropped
So my cue will smack your back while I am sticking to my chops
When I break, you fall into pockets but my stick remains in hand
Of your girl playing pocket pool in her imagination land
I stay unique, you're basic and basically bleak
Providing words unwanted like a mime trying to speak
Inviting spurn? You got it, psych! Your rhymes don't lead to pique
To cause insult, add nuance, blunt force has no mystique
Pause the salty flaunts from a masked-up boogeyman
Does it bother you not knowing who is better than you, man?
Well wipe your boogies, Stan, you're part of a much bigger plan
And know the Skeem behind the mask is something you can't understand