MISSILE

[Intro Ad-Lib: Aric Graham]
Michael Jackson, bound to happen
Sleepin’ on
Sleepin’ on, sleepin’ on, sleepin’ on

[Verse 1: Michael Kurten]
Sleeping on me is a mistake
But after these songs, you’ll be awake
3rd EP and I’m still great
Better than most rappers on a whole mixtape
Bars and flow at an all-time peak, so I guess you can conclude
Now that I got a better microphone, you can say both mics improved

[Verse 2: Jackson Hazen]
Y’all don’t cut it, unlike my finger
I got bars, but I’m a singer
And your songs put me to sleep, I race to the bed, like I’m Nick Yinger
And I got bars like histogram
Plus I’m fly like Peter Pan
Shoutout Ben and Aric Graham
Flow so bomb just like Japan

[Verse 3: Michael Kurten]
Gotta whole lotta styles
We do Cross Country, a whole lotta milеs
You say that you’re the best but your bars arе too weak, so I call you free trial
Flow hotter than Crisco
When they see me, they Panic! like they at the Disco
And I’m still undefeated
You test me? I’ll tell you like MJ: “Beat it!”

[Verse 4: Jackson Hazen]
Too good for a slow flow
‘Cause I bounce on the beat like pogo
I kill all my musical solos
You don’t get the big picture, no photo

[Verse 5: Michael Kurten]
Everything Mike spit hard like lemonade
Feel like X Ambassadors, I’m a renegade
I don’t fight, I have no muscle, and overall, I’m weak like seven day
Flow so dirty like the Hudson River
Bars intoxicating, like a failing liver
On these lines you all can quote me
Spit fast like flash, call me Adobe
I beat the game, I don’t need a trophy
Always make art, like David Bowie
You think you do but you don’t know me
And you think you’re better? Please, that’s bologna

[Verse 6: Jackson Hazen]
Most of these rappers got ghostwriters, c’mon, cite your author
Matter of fact? It’s so trash, I’ll just call you Oscar (Grouch!)
And that name’s appropriate, ‘cause you rappers are actors
Don’t practice what you preach in songs, thank God that y’all aren’t pastors
All do you is rhyme and say nothing, man it’s child’s play
If I want to be like you, all I really have to say is...
Group of 3, bumblee, heresy, cherry tree

[Verse 7: Michael Kurten]
Y’all saying nothin’, it’s so disgustin’
But we are the best and there ain’t no discussion!

[Verse 8: Jackson Hazen]
All my bars are to the point, you could say they’re too direct
I’m hungry for some competition, like I’m from Budapest
And please stop telling all these people that oh, “You the best”

[Verse 9: Michael Kurten]
Please don’t pull that shit like Bop-It
They played your new song? I told ‘em “Stop it”

[Chorus: Michael Kurten]
I’mma take off like a missile
I make a play, Mrs. Bissell
I need a girl who bumps Flo Rida, to come over, blow on my whistle

[Chorus: Jackson Hazen]
I’mma take off like a missile
I make a play, Mrs. Bissell
I need a girl who bumps Flo Rida, to come over, blow on my whistle

[Outro Ad-Lib: Michael Kurten]
(whistles “Whistle” by Flo Rida)