Chthonic faery tales, uh what... Spouted like a bard at a Waffle House midnight shift... It goes: Long fuckin' time ago— Jacky and the Beanstalk... spill it... **[Verse 1]** Down in the village, ain't got much but beans-tada wut Scrap together scraps, like a slug in a magazine-daaaa I heard you holdin’ that golden goose, thanks—hah For keepin’ it warm—I’ll climb that stalk, take it back. You think we down here just livestock? You think ’cause we poor we just animals? Fodder for the your thrill? But ask me, I’d rather be the animal— Then a Cannibal of society, digestin’ your whole plot. Taxonomy, let me look— Next to coward, narcissist, selfish motherfuck-Gonna make you shook **[Chorus]** *Rise motherfucker, rise motherfucker, rise!* You think you can step down after floatin’ ’cross the skies? Tried to fly—now you tumblin’ down— *Rise motherfucker, rise motherfucker, rise!* Stepped on the hands that built your crown. Do or Die mother fucka! *Fee-fi-fo-fum!* You giant—but I got the gun! *Bam bam, bam bam!* Giant your gonna come down... Should’ve paid respects, now you just defect. Now nestin’ with worms while your bitch grooves— Only place left? Six feet *dug in the ground’s tomb*. **[Verse 2]** Even your woman prefers me— Robbin’ your throne, your nest, your goose-army. Don’t confused, you’re not the king, no—wut wut Stuffin’ at the banquet while we starvin’ below-naaaa Fed your face—fq6 on the hands that built you prime? Now you’re just spoiled meet rolling down, chokin on grime **[Beat Drop: Industrial Siren + Timber Snap]** Face the gravity when the down-low’s home— Up there? Just your nose tip pointin’ down from your throne. But ground-level, boy? You’re slow meat on my plate— Giant ego swollen... till the stalk seals your fate. **[Hook: Distorted Fairy Tale]** *Jacky—Beanstalk!* Hackin’ your ego-stalk now! Twisted the fucker till it’s floppy—*limp sack*! Crow! Now you waddle—stupid, limpin through the dark— Even your bitch cheered when the earth ate your mark! Tried ambush tactics? Flipped the script—dug your pit— Now you *six feet deep*—blood feeds soil where you sit. **[Verse 3: Brutal Lore]** Fuck with the village—fuck with *me*? Eyeballs swapped— Your dy-na-sty? Just another skull in the crop! Should’ve watched steps, bro—walked right into the grave... How I smashed your hoes—used your toothbrush to deprave. Planted seeds in your garden while rubbin' your soap where I bathe— *That* did not make you mad? Or *this golden goose theft* on tape? Robbed your nest-egg? You called trophies you couldn’t keep? Can’t eat it—can’t fuck it—can’t build a hut of gold? But shove that egg up your ass? Mighty bold! Hell froze... **[Outro: Music Box + Creaking Stalks]** Your ego—beanstalk... Now *root-rot*... Climbed it... *Sawed it*... Now the giant’s just fog... And left behind... A goose *quack*... In the mud-log... Buried...deep...
