​muffet! lyrics

[Verse 1]
Getting bread for the family I feel like Muffet
But I’m not a spider I’m feline and buzzing
I feel like I’m f*cking the game you just fussing
How you top 10 b*tch you’re not top 100

Got top from your mother she like how I’m shining
So I’m bout to her give the bone like Papyrus
But I look like Frisk all you see is my eyelids
I cannot lose I’m Undyne the Undying

I’m going pacifist, actually genocide
Shoutout bong water I still look like Meta Knight
Your b*tch still fetishise me, I’m the better guy
Kirby a robot and I’m set to level 9

A boss fight for rappers I feel like I’m Sans
If you turn on your sh*t then I’m gonna get mad
If I turn on my sh*t then I’m going to dance
We get turnt as a b*tch when we bumping the cats

[Verse 2]
I don’t f*ck with your man’s he keep talkin' that sh*t
But I don’t ever listen I'm off of a spliff
Now they know about homie they stalking my sh*t
But this just what I wanted I’m plotting to win
Think these rappers too scared to acknowledge me
Won't collab cause they know they can’t body me
b*tch I always knew I'm a prodigy
And I'm only increasing my quality

Now people compare me to artists I idolised
Got me hyped up I could look at em' eye to eye
I’ll make a living off this sh*t it’s finalised
2cool4ever they’ll bump me when I will die

My flow chaotic I feel like I’m Clyptic
When I'm bumping Kirby I feel like I’m gifted
I recommend bumping the tape if you trippin'
Off mushrooms or acid this sh*t will hit different

[Verse 3]
Determination I feel it inside my veins
b*tch the world what I make it I take what I wanna take
I been speeding up frequently I ain't hitting the brakes
I’m just hitting on whatever bong I got till it breaks

I feel like god off an eighth of any drug that I take
But Imma do this sh*t daily won’t give my body a break
But this sh*t really worth trading you hear the sh*t I just made
b*tch I already sold my soul there ain’t no stopping my fate
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
Why you always fake, fake
You a human shake weight
We ain’t moving at the same pace

I do not mean to be rude
But I am so glad I don’t gotta be you
Kirby pull up you like “What do we do?”
Nothing you pus*y I'm slaughtering you

Smoked so much weed there’s resin on my teeth
But I move too clean now they’re mentioning my feats
Now these f*ckers surrounding me questioning why we
Bout to beat em' motherf*cker you ain’t with the right team

You ain’t with the right scene, no wonder your life be
Just another piece of sh*t who wanting to spite me
You cannot fight me I’m fitted like ice cream
Pink shoes still work when I step where your eyes be (Yah!)