[Verse 1: TSA]

Prepare yourself for my mass production
Lines so sick that I cause corruption
When my words meet your ears at a lonely junction
I'm a variation from the normal function
Hot fire spews from out of my lips
It irks and burns when the acid drips
You're on acid trips
Don't even attempt to fathom this
They call me miraculous
Special delivery packages
FedEx express
I'm fed up depressed
Ready to rip right through the rest
Of you chickens into ya breast
You're half-baked I'm burnt to a crisp
Winging it man I'm the Will-o-the-Wisp
Invocation of my paralysis
When you feel the kiss
There ain't no way you can handle this

[Hook]

I'm *Ignis Fatuus*
It's *supervacuus*
Smashing spatulas
Got beef? Stake-out flip this script like draculas
Tea bags
Brown bags
Sea hags
She gags
On my staff that holds my lantern
Foolish Fire

[Verse 2]