Yeah, I put my axe in the door like "here's Johnny"
If I hear a squeaker in-game, I'm leaving this lobby
Spoiling the match, how to deal wit' a problem?
They been a dick, so cover their mouth like Tom Holland
Poppin' off like champagne bottles after I rampage on 'em
I'm bringin' the weather to you fake-ass Connor's
People still say I got a huge accent
And that I wouldn't fit, f*cking prick, tell that to Hugh Jackman
As you can see, your diet is gluten-free
'Cause you don't wanna consume when I be bringing in w/ heat, yeah
But I'mma let it slide, f*ck wit' a Meta Knight
Edward Scissor Hands, 24/7, you'll get the knives
You beat me to the gutter? Still that won't keep me under
Little dude sellin' dope, Mac will give you uppers
Hit the covers, I'm comin' up to show like a puppet
Traffic on the road, Super Smash Bros, going bumper-to-bumper
This ain't your perfect dreamland
It's your final destination, catchin' both of these hands
Getting smashed like I'm brick wall limiting
'Cause I master like crazy when the mix is all finished then I'm in
Call of Duty mode; blow the dust off this knife
Stick it in these bastards like a 64 cartridge
I'm the console you should've never picked 'cause
Squares get X'd out like the red ring of death