The Constructus Corporation - Rick Flare lyrics

C'est Constructus Corporation Meet Rick Flare Self-made millionaire Uh-huh Eccentric investor(?) Extraordinaire Yeah, that's right Hi there Meet Rick Flare Self-made millionaire Ah Eccentric Investor(?) Extraordinaire Yeah And they're like 'What's that distant rumbling?' Guess who's coming through thunderin' Back on the scene Rocking his black comedy For all you little underlings The fully poseable mimic is a disposable gimmick Flip shiz, manipulative coroner lyric That gets all up in your sh** Like a chorus when I speak I freak intense sentences Like a judge don't mess around Nobody can hold me back When I'm all up in your face, like a faulty gat Come on girl Let me see you work that booty to the beat Like a salty crack We're here to motivate, there's no debate You're overweight MC sounds silly Trumpets sound Walls come tumbling down Cuz a-Rick Flare's so skinny What you doing man, you've released a ghost You've got company It's a parasite Be the host Now you want me to stop But f** it, I love it Open the cupboard Open the cupboard Upon from within, all over you like skins You're so confident you're gonna win, f** yeah No doubt Rick, definitely got flare You may be sick but definitely not scared Meet Rick Flare Self-made millionaire Uh-huh Eccentric Investor(?) Extraordinaire Yeah, that's right Hi there Meet Rick Flare Self-made millionaire Like a rejuvenating 7 day detox plan for relieving constipation Call me the immortal man(??) of mystery, and revealing transformation My super sound's got me bumping all kinds of unexpected sh** even for me like my play thing Cause then I'm looking back on what just happened flat out(?) telling myself 'It's f**in' amazing' You don't wanna play(?) with the psychosomatic ill one, 'scuse me if you could lyrically(??) move(?) that's not- Me looking at a burden above my head to think about what I - what I did to you I'm on pool(?) pitch(?) bringing the cool sh** all advanced like cyborg And these f**in' monkeys(?) all return western imperialist bullsh** Like from Saigon to hold you(?) the signal I've got millions of minus minions plugged into my miser(?) Plus some fangirls on my dick go: 'We love you Rick' Now don't slip - illuminate(?) torches(?) Deciphering impenetrable forces f**ing with all sorts of raucous forces I'm lost in this following, following orders 'Who is that guy?'