Lyrics: Freshy Kanal
Music: Freshy Kanal
Out of all the children I’ve seen
I gotta say none are quite this crazy
Looks like my clone dropped out of school
and dressed herself like Slim Shady
I solved your origin story, yeah
You stole the powers right off me
So there’s no need for me to ask
Eleven, do you copy?
I’m making you choke like a vile cake
when I’m dropping you off at your final stage
The only thing you dropped in your entire mission
was your little town’s survival rate
At 5 I’m at a riper age
It’s my books against your primal rage
You can dress up like a goth all you want
but leaving everyone behind is not a childhood phase
And I might relate
but even I was raised in a brighter place
At least my whole life ain’t a chase
How can you know what a truth is when
everyone uses you only to lie to your face
It’s awful how your show keeps dragging on
If you think you’re memorable, then ask your mum
You wanna stay safe?
It’s best to keep the gates closed
Not giving you a fake name, but soon you’ll be a Jane Doe
You think you’re covered?
You must be out of your mind
Cuz any trauma could devour your life
A freak of nature and a coward inside
I’m in the spotlight, you’re the power supply
You threaten me not to stay close, please
You’re acting as if you know me
But I wouldn’t mess with this telekinetic
or else we will both get the nosebleeds
Let’s backtrack to all these monsters
I fought while escaping my father
While this lab rat got her teeth sharpened
you were barely even a daughter
You’re math class, I’m street smarts
and I’m flipping what this prison taught her
So tonight it’s time to burn the books
of an antisemitic author
I’ve dealt with a couple of secret agents too
but I don’t befriend liars
Yeah, Danny Devito is like D&D
a cellar without Byers
I see you leaving that cake to your friends,
No defense against this accusation
Half your movie’s zoomed in on your shit eating grin
I’m begging for sensory deprivation
The badass of Hawkins back at the office
Lab rat is locked in dad’s cabin
Promised to nap and keep watching
that brat’s dishonest
Too bad that the daughter’s past captures
all the backlash and trauma
A fast flash was all your sad cast had brought in
Your audience is as dead as your father
Now the crickets applauding are the only
Hoppers you got left
Drop it!
Following your heart has brought you
nothing but your misery
They sent you on a mission
and you sent ‘em to heaven
I stay organic
you’re a product with an eggo obsession
Your mind is fake and manufactured
call you Seven-Eleven
Cuz you ain’t ready for the world
you’re getting everyone in trouble
and your friends all take the fall for you
wherever you dwell
From your parents to your buddies
to your Halloween debacles
you lost so much even your friends call you L
You spent years studying in the classics
So why is it you still fail in practice
Get traps set like you’re stuck in Home Alone scenes
Your raps sound like you wrote them in the chokey
I’m out beating mouth breathers
save your breath for now
Or do I need Christmas lights to spell it out
You were big back in 1996 then skedaddled
And I’m the reason why they clicked on this battle
Better hide yourself cuz you could never stop my town
You look up to me like you’re stuck in the upside down
You got beat straight each day
when you fumbled with your buddies
This cliche’s Bee-grade, always running to Miss Honey
But these days she gains her only attention
from being Ben Shapiro’s cousin and that really says it all
Because any possibility this bookworm’s
giving me a beating is always gonna be purely hypothetical
This pea brain couldn’t fight the hypest psychic
You’d wish for a mind like I got
So why don’t you fly up high, kid?
Add this to my list of Mike drops.