Una vez más (demo)

[Verse 1: Michael Kurten]
(Listen) Me and Jackson cookin’ new tunes in the kitchen
My goals focused so like Kodak, I got tunnel vision
Not Mac Miller, but in my flows, I’m swimmin’
But your flows are all awkward, like I am, with women
I’m like, “Girl sure, I’m a nerd like Urkel
But hit me up, I’ll get you pregnant like Colby Wirfel,”
Just kidding though, I’m not really down you see
Dropping out, having kids to me is major clownery
I’m just an amateur, still got fans
I’m not great, but I’m much better than Lil Xan
His projects are like 0 and 3, my EP’s are like poetry
And I still got a lot in store, call me grocery
Every project that I drop is pure pеrfection
And the bars are all hard, call my linеs “erection,”
I’m just like Yung Waddle mixed together with a boy band, I’m going up and I’m staying in that One Direction
My rhymes tighter than the Virgin Mary
And it’s scary, how I can switch up my style like Harry
So many flows, you can call me delta
And I’m bound to be a legend you can call me Zelda
If I actually dropped an album, I would prolly sell a bit
Just like a nun, but if you dropped, you’d prolly only sell one
Just like that candle from the song “Stressed Out,”
Only FaceTime a girl if she got her chest out

[Chorus]
One more time, we’re gonna kill it
We got more heat than a skillet
One more time, we’re gonna kill it
Music bound to shine, just like acrylic

[Verse 2: Jackson Hazen]
This is my first EP, already a 10
Mike my ghost writer, ‘cause he’s great with the pen
We made another great song once again
And it’s so upbeat, that I call it Ken, (Up-B!)
Kill these flows just like assassin
My bars are off the wall just like Michael Jackson
I heard your new song, it was okay, but compared to my talent, you got just a fraction
If I send a diss, you best take shelter
‘Cause my bars get graphic, ask Mr. Seltzer
On these beats I go ballistic
But y’all trash just like AP Statistics
You want to be the best? You don’t have gumption
No work ethic, so you don’t eat, no luncheon
Flow good like cold brew at Dunkin’
And I’m hookin’ up these words like Conjunction Junction
Say you’re the best, but that claim, I just nullify
Your verse put me to sleep so fast, call it lullaby
Always make art, I took the class that’s AP
If they ask you “Who’s the G.O.A.T.?” you should prolly say me
I’m the best in the game, never been a liar
And everything I spit is like Ness: (PK Fire!)
Nah, I don’t think you heard me
Every song I do is heat, peep Bye, Bye Birdie

[Chorus]
One more time, we’re gonna kill it
We got more heat than a skillet
One more time, we’re gonna kill it
Music bound to shine, just like acrylic

[Verse 3: Michael Kurten]
I’ll bake these rappers just like an Apple Fritter
I sweep the parking lot ‘cause I’m the pick of the litter
Shoutout Tyler, ‘cause I feel like glitter
Try to DM Oprah Winfrey all up on Twitter
I just heard your new song it really slaps on mute
All this wordplay to most does not compute
I don’t do drugs, but you call my disses heroin, ‘cause every time you hear ‘em, all you think is “Shoot!”
I steal so many beats, you can call me pirate
I should make a TV show, ‘cause I’m fly like a pilot
And the music still strong like whiskey
But bars go over heads like a poor-thrown frisbee
This is not my main focus, it’s more of a Plan B
They even listen to me when I’m screamin’ like a banshee
I got this talent that these haters just can’t see
But if you want some real bars, here goes Mr. Ramsey