Ringmaster -

If the shoe fits, you must have some big feet

Fucking clowns walking round the industry

And I’ll be indiscreet the way I swing past ya

I’m joining the circus, call me the ringmaster

For so long it’s been so wrong

All we got is dopeheads, where’s the dope songs?

The beats are too slow to flow on

But yo, the show must go on

You ain’t lit, so pass the torch

Let me spark it, show you what this art is for

Fuck it, I’m about to start a war, prepare to have your army fought

While you hide in your castle saying «ah, me fort!»

Fuck an award for streaming, that’s a piece of piss

Let’s see how well your sales do when you release a disc

Your fake plays ain’t nothing, I see through 'em

You bunch of rapping memes’ll get your teeth ruined

What happened to the fucking gatekeepers?

The industry is full of liars and I hate secrets

Now if I do a gig, I’m bringing a great meat hook

Hanging these bastards up on the stage, «Pete, look!»

You mean I spent years working on bars

Now all you gotta do is mumble and start twerking your arse?

Who told you that you can rap, you damn twats?

I hope you’re the next rapper to die off of Xanax!

If the shoe fits, you must have some big feet

Fucking clowns walking round the industry

And I’ll be indiscreet the way I swing past ya

I’m joining the circus, call me the ringmaster

For so long it’s been so wrong

All we got is dopeheads, where’s the dope songs?

The beats are too slow to flow on

But yo, the show must go on

Rap music’s been going downhill

These days you don’t need to sound skilled

It’s like I’m seeing a friend die, that’s how it feels

You little faggots thought Hashbrown was real?

Labels got lazy, started letting anyone in

Him, that guy with the hair, uhh, them with the grins

The beats are horrible, they all sound the same

Fuck, now I sound like my Dad when I used to play House of Pain

Someone needs to control the noise

Can’t talk for Hopsin, but me?

I’m starting to miss Soulja Boy

The whole fucking sound is wack

Even the «How Bout Dat» girl got some album tracks

«Leave 'em alone, they can’t respond, it ain’t a fair fight!»

Yeah right, they’re about to get their hair sliced

Who thinks it’s cool to mumble now?

Can’t say I’m staying with the underground 'cause even they’re tryna dumb it

down

If the shoe fits, you must have some big feet

Fucking clowns walking round the industry

And I’ll be indiscreet the way I swing past ya

I’m joining the circus, call me the ringmaster

For so long it’s been so wrong

All we got is dopeheads, where’s the dope songs?

The beats are too slow to flow on

But yo, the show must go on

So the new fad is saying that this new crap ain’t too wack

'Cause they don’t wanna lose the li’l fans they do have

Well listen puppets, I ain’t got the same idea as you’s

I’ll say it how it is, I ain’t got a career to lose

There’s no-one as fake as them, that’s why I hate the trends

Hate the world, hate my friends

These guys don’t even write, I wanna break my pen

Someone tell Kanye to make rap great again

This field is full of black adders

We constantly attract daggers from backstabbers

Hit on women, I smack slappers

And I don’t take Xans, I sell 'em to wack rappers

If the shoe fits, you must have some big feet

Fucking clowns walking round the industry

And I’ll be indiscreet the way I swing past ya

I’m joining the circus, call me the ringmaster

For so long it’s been so wrong

All we got is dopeheads, where’s the dope songs?

The beats are too slow to flow on

But yo, the show must go on

Hahahoo!

Now that kids was lit!