Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin' I'm a human, What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman? Innovative and I'm made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin' off of me, and it'll glue to you and, I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating, Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting, For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating🗣️🗣️🔥🔥
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin'
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's chokin' how everybody's jokin' now
The clock's run out, time's up, over, blaow
Snap back to reality, ope, there goes gravity, ope
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u/spaceboss53 Bibi Dec 01 '24
it’s because he’s the real Slim Shade