Freshy Kanal - 001 (Stranger Things) vs. 001 (Squid Game) (feat. BluBirdVA, Snakebite126, AP West) lyrics

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Il Nam

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 rabbit's
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!

Wake up sleepyhead
Just had to check that you're not dead
Fascinating
Like 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 grandads demise

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

Order your patrollers to out-gun me
I'll torture your foot
Soldiers without fumbling
Hawkins Lab shoulda told 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