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(hahaha) I flip the script like a bad habit,
stab at it, grab at it paranoid poet with a pocket full
of static, dramatic mocking my own throne while I sit on plastic,
elastic snap into a rhyme chain that feels like an acid trip,
trip!
Unhinged and I'm loving the view
alter ego yelling what you gonna do
chaos in the booth and the beat goes boom female fury with
a punchline tune Absurd like a clown in a crown made of
frowns, drowns self mockery served with a side of breakdowns,
sounds fake out then I hit with a technical chain,
insane dark jokes on my own fame,
blame game Unhinged and I'm loving the view
alter ego yelling what you gonna do
chaos in the booth and the beat goes boom female fury with
a punchline tune
Conversational swerve into cartoon rage,
page after page of battle words that feel like a cage,
stage paranoia peaking while I laugh at the stakes,
breaks witty volatile bars that nobody can fake,
take! Unhinged and I'm loving the view alter ego yelling what you
gonna do
chaos in the booth and the beat goes boom female fury with
a punchline tune
Four verses deep and the ego still fights,
nights of sarcasm slicing through the paranoia lights,
fights razor sharp lines with a shock value bite,
right ending the verse with a chaotic delight,
flight! (yeah!) (hahaha)