Microphone Murderer

Intro:
Sensei, I’m sorry
I know this isn’t how you trained me
But just this once
For the sake of the world
I’m going to have to go…
Full Weeb!

Verse:
Freeced on a track means Microphone Murderer
Breaking into rap scenes like a home burglar
Raps Capsaicin, I’m writing tomes burnier
And I’m the kinda guy you mighta liked to known earlier
Wordier, a suburban type but I raps hard
Naptown courier, speedy with the Nascar
Flow’s burlier, So I’m beefy up in Asgard
Too big to fail 2 CD on the dashboard
Catch me on a weekday, knee-deep in a trashyard
Snacking on a BK whopper and a glass shard
May have graduated, but I’m needy or a cash card
6’3”, only ever topple when I crash hard
Lack bars? Nah, I got ‘em sortеd like a Luna Box
Tasty on a beat; sweet, natural, sucanat
Zuko on the flow, too hot, no, you cannot
Finish mе, like Kabuto when he says “Illuminat”
Never like a Roadhog main, so it’s no hook
Better when it’s no bots, game got ‘em so shook
Threadin’ through the faux pas, aim like a slow took
Attercop flows in your veins when I go cook
Bar me on the nets, fresh curry with the know look
Rawrin’ when I flex, nose buried in a notebook
Karasuno chess crows, worrying a dope Rook
Paru on the blessed flows, furry and a whole crook
Look, yo, I’mma get it heated like a bunsen does
Band-Aid flow, get it treated when I’m bumpin’ cuts
Catchin’ butchers when I bake candles, I rub a W
Tell The Booker Freeced is the handle, I’m coming up
Never let it be said I never was a Teaboo
Keep it PG Tips between Me and You
Flawless attack with the grammar that I’m parsing
Now pause you reaction and tell ‘em what the bars mean

Outro:
Human Freeced: Well as an english major-
Doll Freeced: S H U T
Human Freeced: Oh 😢