Magilla Gorilla picking on me hurting feelings
I know that I am more iller
Making more skrilla than his local dealer
I am the Miller, spinning golden grain of your countrymen
I was the stealer in the lion's den
Realler than real when the riots went
F*ck you and the biased shit
I am who I am and I is it
You can try it but there is bite in it
Tripp suspenders and you cried in them
Not knocking emotions, I'm knocking him
And then I'm mocking him
I wish I're cold-clocking him
He seemed to disagree with my philosophy
Like he came up from some bless'ed golden family tree
Did a lot of lying but that was a different me
Saner, better, stronger, armed up to the f*cking teeth
Shangri-La calling to your suburb home
Slanging popcorn at the local screens
I hope it rots you to the bone
Knowing that I've lived out just some of your dreams
Magilla Gorilla picking on me hurting feelings
I know that I am more iller
Making more skrilla than his local dealer