Mithra

The best of Midgar, yes I'm back again
Black Mage, level 60 but my ass a 10
Nah, I'm just kidding, it's only jokes
But don't you fucking laugh
Or else I'll fucking cast Choke on ya
It's not a threat, it's a guarantee I promise
It'd be too fucking easy to wreck a fucking novice
Never bare my soul, cause my toes for sale
Baby, you can call me Ifrit cause I blaze the beat so well

Can't top that
Got Gil in my bag
Cause I got mad stacks
That makes you hoes sad
And my cat real fat
I snatch your man up fast

Round 2, I'm only halfway through
Dropping something for the scene
Cooking up something new
Yes I am a huge geek, that shit I can't dispute
But I'm still fucking cute
And that'd be rude to exclude
So I'll put it in, only raw, no rubber
And wrap it with a bow, tuck it in, undercover
Cause motherfuckers never wanna truly believe
A total nerd can be just as sexy as me, hehe

Can't top that
Got Gil in my bag
Cause I got mad stacks
That makes you hoes sad
And my cat real fat
I snatch your man up fast

Number 3, is that too many on the beat
Oh well, doesn't matter
C'est vraiment magnifique
No defeat, you can't compete, with my infinite MP
Making magic on the soundwaves
Call it sonic necromancy
I kill it, bring it back and then kill it again
Some think my flow make believe
There's no need to pretend
I'll be glad to show what this kitty cat can do
But I'm busy handing Ls so go line up in the queue

Can't top that
Got Gil in my bag
Cause I got mad stacks
That makes you hoes sad
And I don't chase rats
I don't have the time
Cause I make rent fast
No nickle and dime
Gotta make your keep
And I already got mine



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Writer(s): Breanna Edwards
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