Lyrics: Freshy Kanal
Music: Freshy Kanal
Straight out Inkwell Isle
Now I'll use my ink well
Contracts ain't the only
Pen game the King sells
Against this bug brain
My suits ain't as mundane
You look like the KKK
Went on too many lunch breaks
Don't need to collect souls
My boot soles could crush this fake
I'd whack your creepy crawling derrière
With a puff of Raid
Your Bug Day got upstaged
What a shame
Our insects are the least celebrated
Colony since Columbus Day
Inkwell Hell well
Ain't this fight just nice?
Are you set on easy mode?
'Cause my good sir,you blew it
So i'll use this rolly-poly dice
As some added spice
And my delicious stew will be
The only thing surely brewin'
You lost to some china
Tryna play finger guns,god!
I thought you were a mobster
You can't make it past a mug shot
You're chokin',you're chokin'
With those feeble disses
My sides might burst
You're leaving me in stitches
Since the 90s I've been vibin
On shirts,games and parks
You spent 4 years in the waiting line
To get a second part
I'm running bur-laps around
A measly gun-for-hire
Call me your contracts,sucker
I'm on fire
I'm Mr.King Dice
Don't you even try now
Otherwise you'll see why
They call it "Die House"
I'm the dude getting Netflix toons
While Disney didn't want their name
Next to you
I tear streaks apart
You couldn't beat my cards
Cause the king of hearts
Could sweep your Kingdom Hearts
Thinking that I'll let up?
You really wanna bet,bud?
You can call me Sally cuz I got a leg up
Got 52 cards
But I'm not one to deal with
You had like 52 seconds
In your screentime appearance
So the Devil himself
Prepared a special hell
For the most washed up thing
From NBC since SNL
You make a lot of kids work
Just to play a game
You'd be more successful
Taking over child labor day
Maybe pass the rapping to your goons
Cuz you're in my shadow like the moon
With all your minions
You couldn't hold 'em like Texas
This high roller's gonna smoke you
Like the Devil's lettuce
Now look at your rhymes
And maybe put 'em aside
I got the hooks and the jives
To keep the Boogie alive
Like your loading screen
Go and open wide
I'll give this loaded dice
A little load of mine
Steap on by block
I leave sleazy blockheads in pieces
Deckin' dicey devil dealing douches dead
That's a D6
So don't nap on this sack
Or I'll knapsack that top crown
Hail to your new king,baby
That's a knockout!