//0:00 - Intro (SkyL)//
Yeah
It's the calm before the storm out here
Word to the candy
But I know exactly how the fuck I wanna start this off
Motherfucker
All y'all talking about your shit
Fuck y'all
//0:30 - Hook (SkyL)//
Fuckin' up the beat, just like a bombshell
Your rhymes were broad just like pappardelle
Motherfucker, I'm the marinara to your weak sauce
Built ten fuckin' times stronger than you retards
FUCK YEAH! It's Sky and Mr. Mold on the mic
You retarded prick, fuck what you dislike
Take a hike, dyke, motherfuckin' ghost light
Lime-Lemon flavour, sour ass bottle of Sprite (x2)
//1:00 - Verse (idiotmold)//
Idiotmold on the mic
As you might’ve heard from Sky
Man I really cannot lie,
That dude’s like a ride or die
Well, damn, gotta step my game up (SkyL: Step it up!)
Pardon my French, how’d I rap like this? Fu-
-nny I should mention, cause my mom said it sucks
“You’d really sell your voice for a couple of sick bucks?!”
Well yeah, the bucks are sick, not dirty
And what I got for it? Just call me Euterpe
Enough about you, ma! You don’t deserve it
To be part of my RapPad journey
This is my verse, my time to shine
The first ever since I’ve regained the light
Behind my eye, thanks to Sky, and a chosen few
But for you that’s just a dream to be broken through
I’ve just got started, and I don’t plan to stop
I released one song, and they ran, propped me up
This bar woulda came earlier, still, I raise my cup
Did I say bar, cup? Nah, I don’t go to the club
No matter what I said in that stuff bout my “bub” (Cringe)
Now back to you, L! Did I step it up? (SkyL: Somewhat)
//1:45 - Hook (SkyL)//
Fuckin' up the beat, just like a bombshell
Your rhymes were broad just like pappardelle
Motherfucker, I'm the marinara to your weak sauce
Built ten fuckin' times stronger than you retards
FUCK YEAH! It's Sky and Mr. Mold on the mic
You retarded prick, fuck what you dislike
Take a hike, dyke, motherfuckin' ghost light
Lime-Lemon flavour, sour ass bottle of Sprite (x2)
//2:15 - Verse (SkyL)//
There's a demon inside me, trying to escape
So today I let it loose, but I will say
Fuck all you, motherfuckers, vaginal mistake
Can't wait for the Weeknd, 5 or 6 days
Ain't Abel to step towards the lights, blind me
On a timer, speedrunner, hurdle, time me
And what the fuck's up, Mr. Mold, you ain't swearin'?
Fine, I'll take yours too, ain't complainin'
Mr. Clean, yet your name says otherwise
What a surprise, got stomach acid more than butterflies
And I know that I will rise
Fuckin' idiots of 2025
Motherfuckers spreading all the fucking lies
And I'm boutta rubberize
Call me a cable, cause I connect the underlines
What the fuck is on my mind, maybe it's my fucking scalp
Keepin' hair on my head, call me King of the Alps (like)
//2:45 - Bridge (SkyL)//
Alright, chill now
What the fuck now?
I'm everchanging, anyhow
What I want is different from what I have, fuckin' wow
I'm fuckin' chill now
What the fuck now?
I'm everchanging, anyhow
I don't fuckin' get how I got this fuckin' big somehow
//3:00 - Hook (SkyL)//
Fuckin' up the beat, just like a bombshell
Your rhymes were broad just like pappardelle
Motherfucker, I'm the marinara to your weak sauce
Built ten fuckin' times stronger than you retards
FUCK YEAH! It's Sky and Mr. Mold on the mic
You retarded prick, fuck what you dislike
Take a hike, dyke, motherfuckin' ghost light
Lime-Lemon flavour, sour ass bottle of Sprite (x3)
//3:45 - Outro (SkyL)//
Fuck yeah
That's a wee haunted tea faucet
SkyL, Idiotmold
2025
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SkyL
Member since April 23 2020