Lalaland
[Verse 1: Sideshow The King]
Why you blowing my phone up?
Get over your shit, your just being dramatic
Asking me what the fuck happened
Flapping your jaw like a habit
Mouth off, fucking slap him
Walk off fucking laughing
Clean yourself up, here's a napkin
Your boyfriend jerks off and plays Madden, it's sad
The habit is always preferring a hybrid
I hide in my house from you viruses
Dick in your iris'
I be Icarus, you tyrants' cooked in the primus
I don't stop for sirens
Fuck you, I'm important
I'm Jim Morrison, I am a giant of course
Your a whore and you're wearing my shirt for your whoring
I guess I support it for sport

[Verse 2: The Arizon]
Inventing myself
Going bats, no James Gordon
Repertoire continue the mourning
Staring arrogance for later use
Othеr ones grind, other ones kind to bribе for power
Rub rabbit run for the center
Conspirator like Titanius
Insidious hate of a mentor
Inventing innovation
Common person knows it
Revealing the state of a potion, erosion to cause chaos
May I recommend a solution
Exclusive to your narrative
For happiness, it's imperative
To open your ears to the world, like