(Verse 1 [Oh Il-Nam/001 | AP West])
1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6...

(Interupption [Vecna | BluBirdVA])
Il-Nam...

(Verse 1 Continued [Oh Il-Nam/001 | AP West])
Please, can you be quiet, you brat?
I'm sat here trying to count up
All the fucks I just don't give about this
Spoiled child's tantrums (Hah...)
Make like a cookie and cut it out
Or take my lyrical structure now
You lost tug-of-war to 9 year old
And then she turned this clown straight upside down
As a juvenile you did abuse a few rabbits
And move on to family, but truth is
I would, too, be a loose screw
If, in my youth, I looked like young Putin
He's a contestant forever contained
And never obtaining a win
I have no need for pathetic damn telekinetic advantages
When I am pulling the strings
Parents dead and gone. Experimented on
Cloned, hidden and disgraced
Tentacles he's got entering him
What happened to Henry? Squid Games!

Verse 2 [Henry Creel/001 | Snakebite126]
Wake up, sleepyhead
Just had to check that you're not dead
Fascinating...
Like a spider, you're growing cobwebs
You won't have to worry about
The disease in your brain
Because your brittle bones
Will be easy to break
For the love of god, your terrible button-pushing
Fucking schlop has summed up what?
All of humanity now suffers from
Your reality television, I'm cutting off
Don't stand there and tell me that you did nothing wrong
"It's for a worthy cause", 'cuz it's not
You're enforcing a deeply and awful structure
'Cuz life is so dull and boring, you want to play undercover boss
Think you're good? You have to be blind
That was before I scratched out your eyes
A clowning old man who has cancer and dies
You're Jigsaw in a crappy disguise
Rap against me and you gamble your life
I'll show you something to satisfy clients
Red or green, it won't matter in time
The flashing of lights means grandad's demise

Verse 3 [Oh Il-Nam/001 | AP West]
That was like your papa's collar...
Rather shocking!
A twist so predictable
That this grandfather clocked it
I make billions, I mint won
Bitch, I'm getting that bread like Il-naan
But poor you, you killed mom
Then turned Victor to victim
Though the Stranger Thing was how Creel spoke
To that little girl with his blank creepy stare
You want to be a predator? Very well
You can take a seat right over there

Verse 4 [Vecna | BluBirdVA]
Order your patrollers to out-gun me
I'll torture your foot soldiers without fumbling
Hawkins Lab shoulda told you it malfunctioned
'Cuz I slaughter opponents when outnumbered
Immortal, a demon, a menacing threat
I don't blame you for wetting the bed
Playing kiddie games at eighty-two
They should lock you in the rainbow room
Your suffering shall end with
Both of our ascension
I, plague a dimension
You fake your dementia
You're glued in daydream
That's hardly music you're making
Which means that this
Prune can't escape me