[Verse 1: Mothman]
There's not a single newspaper in West Virginia
That compares to the viciousness of my ink pen is printin'
The moth is drawing to the spotlight while you're trapped in it's shadow so make yourself disappear like chupa cabra cadabra
You had better back it off
I'll ensure this rabid dog
Has his shots when I'm firing back on the track I'm hot
Wreaking havoc and passerby haunting left in traumatic shock
Livestock is all you're snacking on
Señor, you're just a laughingstock
55 years and my legacy's lasted on
Your legend is less set in stone than my statues are
You'rе sick, but not on the mic you're having dog days
I'm getting undеr your skin so call me Mothmange
I'm dropping bombs, ay
I'll turn this track into a verbal TNT Area and set you ablaze
And the whole reason that this battle put me first
Is that I'm predicting the disaster that'l be your verse
[Verse 2: El Chupacabra]
The bigger they are the harder they fall, what's a biggity boy to the diggity dog?
They call me the goatsucker but to you, that's nothing
'Cuz it sounds like on the mic you're the G.O.A.T. at sucking
You're a tourist attraction spawning festivals to shill
Your locals milk you more than the animals I kill
You're a mascot so how could you beat me, may I ask you
If you couldn't even take down a confederate statue
I mean, you've been a joke since your early conception
Looks like you took a wrong turn to the furry convention
Muchacho, my entire Point is you're too damn Pleasant
You gotta learn to threaten residents with more than just your presence
You're a moth to my flames better stay where you tread
Or I'll leave you an alebrije on the Day of the Dead
This Hot Topic Chewbacca is choking hard like a shock collar
Don't act like you're not bothered-I'm a freakin' Motherballer
There's not a single newspaper in West Virginia
That compares to the viciousness of my ink pen is printin'
The moth is drawing to the spotlight while you're trapped in it's shadow so make yourself disappear like chupa cabra cadabra
You had better back it off
I'll ensure this rabid dog
Has his shots when I'm firing back on the track I'm hot
Wreaking havoc and passerby haunting left in traumatic shock
Livestock is all you're snacking on
Señor, you're just a laughingstock
55 years and my legacy's lasted on
Your legend is less set in stone than my statues are
You'rе sick, but not on the mic you're having dog days
I'm getting undеr your skin so call me Mothmange
I'm dropping bombs, ay
I'll turn this track into a verbal TNT Area and set you ablaze
And the whole reason that this battle put me first
Is that I'm predicting the disaster that'l be your verse
[Verse 2: El Chupacabra]
The bigger they are the harder they fall, what's a biggity boy to the diggity dog?
They call me the goatsucker but to you, that's nothing
'Cuz it sounds like on the mic you're the G.O.A.T. at sucking
You're a tourist attraction spawning festivals to shill
Your locals milk you more than the animals I kill
You're a mascot so how could you beat me, may I ask you
If you couldn't even take down a confederate statue
I mean, you've been a joke since your early conception
Looks like you took a wrong turn to the furry convention
Muchacho, my entire Point is you're too damn Pleasant
You gotta learn to threaten residents with more than just your presence
You're a moth to my flames better stay where you tread
Or I'll leave you an alebrije on the Day of the Dead
This Hot Topic Chewbacca is choking hard like a shock collar
Don't act like you're not bothered-I'm a freakin' Motherballer
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