Gridline Studios, Thomas Mancala, Mr. Tibbs - Chills vs Rod Serling lyrics

The last thing you want in
Your rap battle foe
Is a washed-up writer who doesn’t
Know how to flow rod’ll get thunderstruck
Stomping you with punchlines
As sick as a Nightmare at 20, 000 Feetfungi
I kill with every letter
Once my ill words meet your network
Even you’ll agree with sponsors Chills
Needs to be censored
With the lit bars I pack
You’ll have to tell your daughters that
Their father has died from
A fourth heart attack

A place as vast as space
And as void as your charisma
A place far less of science
And much more of an enigma
A place of fantasy called the Twilight Zone
Yet not evеn here could
Dylan evеr rhyme right, so
I’ll send chills down your spine as
I send Chills down to Hell
Showing you generosity as I give you this L
No comparison between us
Like cartoons to cult minds
You stretch harder for points than
Your channel stretches runtime
But if you want to rank Lovecraftian fears
There’s no horror quite as unknown
As your rap career

For a former soldier
You failed to fire a single shot
Even Bemis without glasses could see
You wrote the weakest bombs
Remembered for one thing
All those plays and shows on TV flopped
We forgot, while I make bank every day with
Each new thing I drop
You’re a glorified political ad with
Each plot people watch
No wonder your reboots took the last of
Your charm and Peeled it off

Androids invading? We inch closer
Every little day
This bot would’ve fooled me if the
Voice wasn’t a dead giveaway
As he stands irrelevant in his own time
Finally Dylan sees my legacy will forever be
Timeless as infinity
Memes die while works of art
Will be eternally known
And now Chills has met his
Match in the Twilight Zone