[Verse 1: TheManBeHisLa]
Broadcast is online
Fantastic, on time
Sit back and unwind
It's happening! They tapped in
Intend a miss, a mishappening
Said I didn't? Then I tend to get active
With the pen, I can quill a quip, magic
In the end, it'll end a bit tragic
Oh, how sad it is
Don't know a mind that is as bad as his
Been so refined, and you're just adequate
So, when I tow the line, man, you just atta quit
You'll have no home to find, so what's the matter kid? Woah, strife
Dramatic. There's no time for static; a soul's life
I bag it and fuel light their Vatican, no might
I'm 'bouta flip so bright, I'm pounding this low-lifer
Down a bit, big G with the schemes I'm writing
How I topple a TV titan, they're plеading
To stop and to see the light quick. they're plеading
To stop and the leash will tighten, no leaving
The spot, why bother? Stop, man, I'm hotter
Contractor God, man, thought I'm my father
Pull out the plug, I sock it, I soughter
Not with that Vox guy, box 'em, I slaughter
[Chorus: McGwire]
I come to play
They run, run away
I'd love to stay
But none can hold me down
You pray
I run, run the game
Just 'cause all that I'm saying is true
And it's too late for you

[Verse 2: TheManBeHisLa]
Dreaming up a thing you wanting? Too bad
Get to dealing with the demon that can do that
Or you'll end up as a theme inside a news stand
If you're screwing up the scene, you better move back
He's a fiend, I'm meaning true that
A Radio Demon, you hear the screaming on a new track
Sway to the beat of the tune, tapping their feet is feeding
To even think of playing me, I'm leaving 'em too mad
And they're like, "Woah, bro, bit of a low blow"
Villain every minute, I spit it, don't go slow
I'm killing the whole show. I'm killing 'em, no more
I grin on 'em, go throw. I split 'em like Gojo
Big judge, up the gavel, or go home
Owl, in the words of the council, I "don don"
Ever a sinner, never been so low
All I want is all of the heads who sit on the old throne, no bro
That's so sad, unfortunate, know that
For sure, it's a known fact. No needing to go back
And pleading a tone past. What's even atoned Masses?
Leaving the home trash to feed on the bone grasp
Even a hope, like they holo-booking
Radio made, 'cause I'm not for looking
It's all grade A, when he's got to cooking
Wanna play games? I think you probably shouldn't
[Chorus: McGwire]
I come to play
They run, run away
I'd love to stay
But none can hold me down
You pray
I run, run the game
Just 'cause all that I'm saying is true
And it's too late for you
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