The curse of the cartridge is coming to light
Do what you do best
And run for your life
I took one look at your ugly design
And now, we've both got blood in our eyes
We corrupted our games
And took over computers
But let me put a lens on the truth
While you ended up inspiring some users
I ended up inspiring you
They say: Don't judge a book by its cover
What a bummer, that alone has your whole story covered
You strike a pose and then cut up all your friends to bits
Link must've played the Elegy of Edginess
The emptiest narrative ever since the vessel where I hid
So let me try to better it
And Ben has been known to edit scripts
You sent your pals to heaven, beheaded and left 'em tortured
I guess you saved the best to end last
Now, it's your turn
I hope you're faster than your YouTube show
'Cause I kill tales when they move too slow
I'm aware that your ritual didn't do much
But if you want death
X gon' give it to ya
Your cartridge blows, you need a redesign
Coming from a CD
I'd rather boot up the CD-I
You were the sacrificial lamb of some mad religion
Tried to ascend
But couldn't get past the baptism
Come on, keep this interesting, kid
You've gone stale
You've been free in an old guy's yard sale
You wanna be your hero?
Better luck next time
'Cause you are a link
To your cult's website
You project's out
But the hype was gone
You were watered down
It's a dying cause
After all this time your notoriety's lost
Every child sees my smile and knows
I am God
Pord seidob akem I erehw wonk annaw uoy oD
Do you wanna know where I make bodies drop?
Tops eht kram lliw X, hguone nooS
Soon enough, X will mark the spot
Every single land I touch the scent of death lingers
You'll remain the same you've always been
A dead ringer
Your story's like your disc, a curse pass to every new kid
But your program can't be fixed no matter how much you reboot it
You can't swim, you've been drowning and your whole arc's
Water under the bridge since you were moved to where the trolls are
But hide and seek with your origin will have to do
Finding me? You should worry 'bout who founded you
Clock's ticking, big Ben
That was regrettable
Get off your high horse
I'll chase you off that pedestal
You think you're clever 'cause you're hiding in a database
But all you maneged to do is run in AMA
The Father's a Luna-tic
And you're the son who's eclipsed by the Moon Children
Trapped in that statue, you errors are grave
I'd said you've met with a terrible faith
Found a new form for your soul in the end
Just makes it all easier to hold down your head
There's so many pools of blood where I can drown you
Let's see if your lungs will be ready for round 2
