This is a song about "Mr ages"

And a mr. rebel rhyme invasion

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Now youre stuck up in your middle ages flipping pages

Maybe mr. mathers will try to kill me

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

Well, my brotha buddha's been spreading this for ages

Together all the timethought it was true love

Same '89 camry that needs painting

These ages are mostly faking

I'll be nothin' but a replica lookin' in the mirror

Days before my generation uno dungeon family mr

Cause they don't hear the shit im saying hunger

Mr. lucifer, you're no fucking lucifer!

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

This is my, best in ages, masquerading as, ganondorf's manifest