Let me take you back to the days of hip hop
Said the pale kid in a blatant ripoff
Of much better artists and goes on to give off
A tick tock debacle of rock and keep talking

On and on, does he have no mercy
It's like the apocalypse arrived early
Percy Jackson, sever this scurvy
Marauder's head, he sucks more than Kirby

Keep it real smooth, cool calm and collected
Infected and lenses already corrective
Festive, Nearly Headless Nick, Hedwig
Remember the plan but it's just not effective

Purple shades covering purple eyes, maybe
They were just red and studio's lazy
Lame animating, bass cannon crazy
Faust saying "what have you done to my baby??"

Idolizing icons like Vinyl
Rival libeling on arrival
Gossiping I'm gleaning it's Bridle
Keep it clean or lean for an eyeful

Classic act smacks of violence,
I keep wondering why it gets so intense
Octavia's cello's well over the fence
It's like violence begets violins

But he keeps on talking, keeps on walking
Keeps rocking snapbacks and hip hop songs and
Keeps on blasting at three in the morning
The muse doesn't have to stop for his yawning

Stays on top of the topic he's on in-
Dividually ridiculed and picked on, gossip
Says that he's mental but it's not important
He keeps on wandering on, and keeps rocking

Now I see you gotta be like Vinyl
Wanna be a rock star, don't ya
Keep it real and realize your
Wildest dreams are sent to taunt ya
Didn't you endeavor to
Be someone of your own invention
Metal gears and twisted ears
And other stuff you just don't mention

I'm about to turn up, and get real krunk
Punk rock, knock socks right off ya feet chump
I'mma flip this trip up, and trick the shtick up
And stick the stickup in spick and span getups

I'm gonna--I don't know, I'm gonna spit words out
And talk about doing some stuff but not now
Like apparently action's down for the count
Cuz everyone yammers and no one gets out

And Lyra and Bon Bon are breaking a strong bond
The name is Bon. Bon Bon.
Comedy gold, or so I've been told
But then again it just might be the wrong one

And I don't even know why I'm still onstage
The outrage fades but it stays a cage
Another page turned and burned, an age
That comes and goes, and plays the same days

I'm a schlemiel, and really I might seem to be evil
Treating people like freaks, but I'm a freak so it's equal
I'm a peaceable geek, I speak a leetle oblique-
Ly, and freely agree to be seen as weaker than weak we

Can probably assume, I got room for a new i-
Deology and probably I already knew I
Do the doom and gloom accruing luminous looms
And vile vials, very violent perfume

Vying venomously, viscous, ambitious kids
And reminiscently avaricious, vermiscious K'nyds
And I don't have to be told what a dipstick is
Because I'm laughingly cold and carnivorous

I'm cynical, inimitable, limitless, and it's
Abysmal, I listen to nothing less
Than a little bit of rhythm under duress, yes
Bless you my son, but I'm unimpressed

Now I see you gotta be like Vinyl
Wanna be a rock star, don't ya
Keep it real and realize your
Wildest dreams are sent to taunt ya
Didn't you endeavor to
Be someone of your own invention
Metal gears and twisted ears
And other stuff you just don't mention