(Malburg Verse 1)
Open up your ears, and let the bass drop,
My kick drum thunders and it just won't stop.I'm catching a fever, so swag and delicious
the only prescription are my rhymes, so malicious!
and my cymbals crashing and my snare is up in flames,
I'll break your rhythm, and rend your riffs lame
You feel my bass, Connor? Cause it's dropping down on you!
(Connor Verse 1)
I'm the best worship guitarist there ever has been,
I'll take your sister to prom, and never call her again!
My rhymes are so thick, they've got their own BMI,
I be dropping them on you, in the blink of an eye.
Hows your face, Stephen, Is it feeling okay?
Cause I'll tear up some scales and melt it away!
Did you hear about the new grand master of beat?
It's me, fool hater, watch me stomp mah feet!(Malburg Verse 2)
Watch out, Connor, cause I'm Mal-lurkin around,
getting ready to pounce, before you make a sound,I'm the pro of all beats, you're nothing against me,
I drop rhymes so fresh, you'll find em at any grocery,
Can you hear that sound, booming about?
It's the sound of me WINNING, now hear me SHOUTTTTTTTTT!(Connor Verse 2)
Shut your mouth, Malburg, on your knees and hail,
to the six string king of the minor scale!
I shred guitar so fast, I need slow motion,
and my rhymes so smooth, like Suave skin-lotion
I'm a Viking-swag-shredder and I'll make your mind pop,
Now swallow your dumb bass, and let it drop
