Stranger Kii

[Intro]
Yunno what sucks?
Disstracks
And the fact that you
Famkii
Can try to talk shit?
Please

[Verse 1]
Yeah we in the upside down
Tables have turned, bitch, turn your ass around
We don’t talk about the shit that you hawk up
In fact, I don’t think anyone once tried to talk, huh
You’re shit and you motherfucking know it
You can’t play the part, you’re C tech, like a bad moses
Yeah I know it
You fire at me, we knew you’d motherfuckin blow it (yuh)
Your shit is ass
You think you’re ranked at number one but you’re last
I took a shot at you in my last track
But that was just a decoy, and why you may ask?
I’m a fortune teller
Rain on my parade and I bring an umbrella
Can’t phone home, ET, back to your cellar
Hiding in your moms house, basement dweller
Did I diss you? Never
So write down you last will and testament
You think you got me on ropes, but I severed it
You got a "job" with no prerequisites
While I don’t have a job and I’m poor
BUT
You still can’t step to me
Your taste of music is shit, you got no cuisine
You fondle fern while listening to your boy, Posty
And do the same thing to some mouldy OST

[Hook]
YEAH I GOT THE KEY
YOU TAKIN SHOTS AT THE BEST? YOU GETTING STRANGER, KII
YOU TAKING LS ALL AROUND, IT AINT STRANGE TO SEE
YOU HOPPIN IN BETWEEN TOPICS, THIS WAS MADE FOR ME
I COULD ROCK YOUR ASS IN A MAJOR KEY
I’M A STONE COLD KILLER, YOU A CAKE TO ME
IMMA WADDLE OVER YOU, CALL ME ‘DANA DEE
YEAH I FUCKED YOUR BITCH FIRST, YOU SOME MOULDY CHEESE

[Post-Hook]
You gay
Yeah
That’s right
Uh
YUH

[Verse 2]
You can’t handle this pressure
Like your bitch that you motherfucking made up
We all know you’re into dudes
And you don’t seem to be a fucking player
And by the way
Sans isn’t a fighter, so you gotta put your face up
No crotch shots, bro
And don’t even think about hiding it with makeup
Your language gave me cancer when I read it
You put dots on your O’s, I just don’t get it
Don’t stream My Bitch Got Depression
Could beat you in smash with a stable connection
No one cares if you play Persona
It’s been 3 years, it’s fucking over
You’re almost dead, bitch, almost finished
You’re pinned to the ground, now we’ve hit the pin limit

[Hook]
YEAH I GOT THE KEY
YOU TAKIN SHOTS AT THE BEST? YOU GETTING STRANGER, KII
YOU TAKING LS ALL AROUND, IT AINT STRANGE TO SEE
YOU HOPPIN IN BETWEEN TOPICS, THIS WAS MADE FOR ME
I COULD ROCK YOUR ASS IN A MAJOR KEY
I’M A STONE COLD KILLER, YOU A CAKE TO ME
IMMA WADDLE OVER YOU, CALL ME ‘DANA DEE
YEAH I FUCKED YOUR BITCH FIRST, YOU SOME MOULDY CHEESE

[Outro]
This is what happens when you fuck with Lil’ Polar
You get burnt
Ironic
Because polar is like
Cold and
You get it
Bitch