I'm someone beckoned to keep rapping against all these hopeless new horns.
But of my copies, this clone is the one that I found I'm one of a kind, I'll make sure you're the last in your species
Proceed to lay down.
Slingshot.
Mad.
Operators on the line to hang a bayonet.
We'll be right back.
It's it's a fictional sense of time!
I think it's fucking Herobrine!
You look like a saint, you're that friend
you with your son it's just gotta go fast all of these basers blaring their raps imitating my style gets moved on the traction of
Pyrokinesis, you know that I tame.
You're scared of rifles that see you with flames in your flashlights and forces as they distort you.
Makes sense that a mimic would copy my game.
Sorry to our listeners for what you just heard.
it up to you will show you a true enderson verse these frequencies will blow your mind no need to
try and stop it when i play my waves i'm dropping bombs like you at the box office
Void.
I heard a white void, a white noise.
You're shutting your lights, and in my next fight, I'm at one with your void.
through my medicine.
Everybody can't run.
Better than none.
Let's see it at feet low.
I take it you're falling short when we blow.
Just face it, creepy as posse.
By Baldi's Basics, I'm the patron saint of going.
Nothing but my hype man as I'm spreading fear and fire.
So it's time for patron saints.
To this dark messiah as the skinny rape will fade away.
Contractions lend to sickness.
Quit acting like you don't know where you copied how to mimic.
were raining fear, but now got Razzies to your name.
You went from A.R.
The only noise I need to stop you is an Amber Alert.
