(Yeah, Kira on the phone)
Beastboy

I'm losing myself in the madness (madness)
I'm freaking out again
All the voices are so loud
Let me fall into the madness (Beastboy)
I'm flipping out again
Nothing and no one can stop me
All the demons scream: "Uh yeah, uh yeah"
Because Satan himself is throwing a party in my head, yeah
Everyone screams: "Uh yeah, uh yeah"
It's so fucking loud in my head, man, I drown in the madness

The friendly beast from the neighborhood flows like a machine gun (ra-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta-ta)
You're not a winner, you pisser are not even the winner of hearts (never)
Fuck you in Smash with your own main, which I don't even play (Fact)
Every DLC character that comes out is directly in Elite with me (Beastboy)

You chill with birds like Nils Holgerson (graah)
Homes, you lack ideas and I'm full of them
Give me a mic, I spit flames
Give me a pen, I go insane
Stand at the top of this game
As if I were Donkey Kong (uh-uh, ah, ah, ah)

I go Ape-Shit
I'm on my Drum 'n Bass Shit
They hear me rap
They pull faces
Similar to a face-lift
Mmmm, they make a stank face
You say you changed the game
But all you show is ass
As if you were a Playmate

Your life's work
Would be in my life rather
Small shit on the side
And not worth mentioning, uh yeah
No joke, it was just a dream back then
Suddenly I sat in my garden under the passion fruit tree, haha (ahh, yes, haha)

I'm losing myself in the madness (madness)
I'm freaking out again
All the voices are so loud
Let me fall into the madness (Beastboy)
I'm flipping out again
Nothing and no one can stop me
All the demons scream: "Uh yeah, uh yeah"
Because Satan himself is throwing a party in my head, yeah
Everyone screams: "Uh yeah, uh yeah"
It's so fucking loud in my head, man, I drown in the madness

The friendly beast from the neighborhood flows like a machine gun
You're not a winner, you pisser are not even the winner of hearts
More tats in the face than you on the body, I'm tatted as fuck
Always walking around with a poker face, but have pain in the guts

I don't do anything just to stand out (no)
That I stand out has never stopped me (ye-yeah)
I wear fucked up fits, the whole body full of ink
I have a smile on my face, but the fist clenched (Rrah)

And I let them fly like Rayman (wouh)
You call bottle spinning breakdance (yes)
I'm an outta-this-world baller
Like the characters in Space Jam (yes)
You break clown are so cheesy (yes)
You get swapped out like a green screen (yes)
Homie, dare you, best-of-five
And you get knocked out without a "GG" (three-zero)

Under doubts a winner does not have to suffer
I don't give a fuck about losers and they can't stand it
I'm full of tension when I make music like guitar strings
Man, no one can reach me
It's East Frisia's Finest

And the beat goes bo-rom-bom-bam
Kick the door in head first
You get clapped like the bongo drum (ouch)
You're a mo'fuckin' jumping jack
Inflated like bubblegum
I'm so fly, I can double-jump (wa-hoo)

(Yeah, Kira on the phone)

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