[Verse 1 - Chills]
The last thing you want in your rap battle foe
Is a washed-up writer who doesn’t know how to flow
Rod’ll get thunderstruck, stomping you with punchlines
As sick as a Nightmare at 20,000 Feet...Fungi
I kill with every letter, once my ill words meet your network
Even you’ll agree with sponsors Chills needs to be censored
With the lit bars I pack, you’ll have to tell your daughters that
Their father has died from a fourth heart attack

[Verse 2 - Rod Serling]
A place as vast as space, and as void as your charisma
A place far less of science, and much more of an enigma
A place of fantasy called the Twilight Zone
Yet not evеn here could Dylan evеr rhyme right, so
I’ll send chills down your spine as I send Chills down to Hell
Showing you generosity as I give you this L
No comparison between us, like cartoons to cult minds
You stretch harder for points than your channel stretches runtime
But if you want to rank Lovecraftian fears
There’s no horror quite as unknown as your rap career

[Verse 3 - Chills]
For a former soldier, you failed to fire a single shot
Even Bemis without glasses could see you wrote the weakest bombs
Remembered for one thing, all those plays and shows on TV flopped
We forgot, while I make bank every day with each new thing I drop
You’re a glorified political ad with each plot people watch
No wonder your reboots took the last of your charm and Peeled it off
[Verse 4 - Rod Serling]
Androids invading? We inch closer every little day
This bot would’ve fooled me if the voice wasn’t a dead giveaway
As he stands irrelevant in his own time, finally Dylan sees
My legacy will forever be timeless as infinity
Memes die while works of art will be eternally known
And now Chills has met his match in the Twilight Zone