"My next project will have a similar vibe to playing Grime Music in Cockaigne, the rhymes will be as zany as people with lime tunics 'n' no names and they'll be fragrantly scented with thyme, tulips 'n' propane ugh!...."
Welcome to Cockaigne, the ar...
I'm a walking endorsement deal, enforced with steel, I hate on fake rappers henceforth I'm real
I remember my first rap concert back before I even liked rap, we went to see Plan B, me and my mother left early "She Said" he was "too angry" my sister stayed, she became a fan of Twenty One Pilots, they recently dropped "Clancy" that just so happens to rhyme and that's handy, you lil baby rappers sound like Andy Pandy, that rhymes too, yeah that's dandy,"why the hell are you rhyming like that? Why are you acting surprised that it rhymes?" Because I'm trying to be as different as I can be, I made a wager with the Devil and upped the ante, he could take my auntie if he won, If he lost, he would wear her panties, I knocked it out of the park and scored a home run like the Yankees, Satan was cranky and threatened to shank me, so as well as her panties, I gave him my auntie's hanky
I weave rhymes together like knitting needles, you know I'm always spitting lethal, and I keep hitting people
You dawgs better lend ya pooch a paw while he smooch a whore, tell him "focus on La Puta more" until I drop kick him like a Luchador, Rev gearing up for future wars, find the hottest girl in town and smash her suitor's jaw then ask him "what you need this mobility scooter for?" Only time you'll get a win against me is when you fluke a score, but most the time you suck, yeah go hoover floors
Yeah, yeah bitch, just call me Rev like I'm a Reverend, I've got so much shit to deal with, I swear this shit will never end, shit, y'all may know me as your clever friend, but I'm a fucking moron, a natural disaster like when extreme weather blends
Yeah, Revilo rock the chain like Treach, I'm always throwing other rappers a bone like "go fetch" I wrote this verse on an Etch-A-Sketch, you read it then stretch and wretch
Modern kids talk about being skibidi, all that wack shit's higgledy-piggledy, it's nonsense, but I keep it real, I'll break into prison just to shiv Diddy, then these nerdy little geeks come through and hit griddies
Ha ha you couldn't match me on a dating app, you stink so badly you must bathe in crap
I cook you quick and easy like a microwave meal, you fake rappers can't compete with me because I'm real
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