Do you hear this?
umm yeah
Sounds like the clock of G man's career ticking
tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick.
It's happening.
Shout out to Quebec mix early production. Quatre, cinq, zero [
note, this means "4, 5, 0" in French - no idea what he is referring to].
Now it's your time. G Man,
I'll show you how we do it in Canada. Check this out.
G Man, commander of the masters of stupidity, unauthorized representative of the breath king posse,
everything you say follows the laws of thermodynamics,
increasing disorder into the brains of those who believe in magic.
You may actually be the first failed YouTube pastor.
Your poorly worded rhymes dishonor all of your ancestors
who lived on this planet long before you were even born,
including the single cell that gave birth to you and the corn,
your threshold for proof goes back and forth too frequently,
like Mercedes Carabas boobs in their last movie,
your circular theoretical framework is an impasse,
because when you hide from the truth, it comes back right up and your ass
suddenly expands bullshit spurts out like shoelaces,
an explosion from which remain no traces,
except your ass is now split in two pieces that hang
like motherfucking space time right after the Big Bang,
I could download your entire YouTube legacy,
encode it into a self replicating machine sent to posterity.
And as this von Neumann probe reaches intergalactical space,
all the life forms in the universe would see your face,
an even newer testament for my technological empire,
except for you this time, there won't be no savior.
Boldman's brain would pop into existence just to laugh at your shit.
And all across the universe, you'd be known as the greatest fuck wish.
The only way you'll ever contribute to scientific knowledge
is if you let me cut you in 10 slices after you're dead.
Or I may detain you in a room with just enough food to subsist
until you acknowledge that at least one starving African child does exist.
Or I might lay you flat in a brain scanner
and ask you about this very day and try to remember,
then your brain waves may finally allow scientists to elude
how it feels to get owned in your own language
by a French white dude just turned you into French cuisine,
but expect no reduction of eat. Huh?
I will always be as relentless as I was on this sickman 90s beat.
Yeah, the only way to seek cover from my rat filled Rhapsody
hahahahahaha
would be for you
to get adopted as part of Bret king's family.