Villain

[Verse 1]
Ugh, its the misanthropic mixed man
With a big hand in a mission plotting sick plans
To disband rap magicians floating slick scams
'Till they running round yelling, woah, check your six man (woah)
As a kid I had no confidence for chicks, fam
Now I kick it with a vixen, ain't that shit grand?
Fuck your click and your bitch clan
Quick scram or I'm coming for your head with a Frenchman (baguettes)
My reign of terror gon' rage forever
My main endeavor to definitely gauge the weather
'Till it raining wetter, winds blazin', Zues angry
Then I raise antennas and chase the menace
'Till he raid the quiver for the main event
It's time he strain his finger and he aim, deliver the bolts
Volts enter in my brain, I shiver
Head back to the booth, spit flames and kill em, ugh
The maniacal midi maniac
Spitting crazy raps for the zaniest of brainiacs
Your bolder friend, when pay my tax
Get a little gravy back, exchange it all for Simoleons (simlish)
I call that forward thinking, you and your boring trinkets
You call a recording stinking of horrible horrid shitting (P.U.)
Your form is foreign, fuck forlorn opinions
I swore by sword to ignore it, distort the norm, and endure the critics
My skinny ass been poor, been middle class
Done been a hassle, been a grade A student finna pass
I did it all, now slipping sass in silly raps
Never one to judge, but I craft a sentence fast
Itching for plenty cash, getting belligerent, sinner cat
With a hint of class a rogue virus
Entered into the Internet that took sentient path
Now that boom bap back, hacking your mental jack

[Chorus]
Lord willing, I'm a earn a hundred billion
Ride around the city, swerve on Myrtle like a villain
Burn a couple million lighting herbal with my kin and cold chilling
The globe spinning, gotta go get 'em
Lord willing, I'm a earn a hundred billion
Ride around the city, swerve on Myrtle like a villain
Burn a couple million lighting herbal with my kin and cold chilling
The globe spinning, gotta go get 'em

[Verse 2]
Ugh, it's the Minneapolis misfit
Dillier dalliers kicked quick, friendly cat with a clenched first
Witness I'm inhaling a pale ale can
A businessman planning Nigerian mail scams (take that, take that)
I need my dollars kid, sick and tired wallowing
Now I'm arming armadas to volley pens when I call 'em in
My and friend the poem the closest homies
Scoping the mostest phonies and Tony bodying all of 'em (machine gun sound)
So say hello, I'm actually very friendly
But I got this laser cut precision rapping within me
Picture MADic in Sydney busy basking in billies
No falling fast for a biddie that call and ask for a kidney (can I get your kidney?)
It's still tricking if you got it, I got two
Still a chivalrous dude, I might offer you pot food
No plopping in Scotch glue, my ass make moves
But rap fishy and scream cheese more do a lox do
Yeah that's a bagel joke, raised as a lamer bloke
A gamer that anger prone, raging at game controls
Now I'm blazing dro and laying low with my Topanga though
Sharpening razor flows, cuts stuck in your brain and skull
I take control (skurt) steering the whip
Million stacks cash packed in the back with the beer and piff
Talking to honeys, awkward and bummy
Hoping they don't notice it's only Monopoly money (I passed go)
You near few, that here too, that hear through
Your ears do got a clear view of a weird dude
A never felt like he fitting in with his peers dude
Picked up a pen starting scribbling all the fears knew
Now I'm embedded and better kid, the lettering Leatherman
Headed in, clever pen sever several skeletons
I'm begging you offer me a handout quickly
So I can cut off your hand take the case that carry the cash with me

[Chorus]
Lord willing, I'm a earn a hundred billion
Ride around the city, swerve on Myrtle like a villain
Burn a couple million lighting herbal with my kin and cold chilling
The globe spinning, gotta go get 'em
Lord willing, I'm a earn a hundred billion
Ride around the city, swerve on Myrtle like a villain
Burn a couple million lighting herbal with my kin and cold chilling
The globe spinning, gotta go get 'em
Lord willing, I'm a earn a hundred billion
Ride around the city, swerve on Myrtle like a villain
Burn a couple million lighting herbal with my kin and cold chilling
The globe spinning, gotta go get 'em
Lord willing, I'm a earn a hundred billion
Ride around the city, swerve on Myrtle like a villain
Burn a couple million lighting herbal with my kin and cold chilling
The globe spinning, gotta go get 'em