Mad Hatter - Arlecchino (ft. Xinyan on guitar)

Finally, I hear something significant come out of your lips, eliciting a reaction, I was remiss in your inaction, sitting in dissatisfaction until I listened to that track and I finally get the chance to spit back Your vocab is fab but it doesn't do you glam when you're just a lab rat, I got a lust for mad hatters, mainly their blood and the spatter when they bite on a curb and I drop my boot like a hammer The law is your word, but I think it's absurd to expect from a third world country a lawyer who doesn't take a little extra money under the table to enable a client to be able to get away with defiance of law I thought Liyue was all about that, terms and contracts, your words all fall flat against the fallback, here's a little callback Remember when you said you were high in demand? You played words right into my hand, you little tramp, people demand you, spend a few mora to slam you, and then they can hand you away to the next man who has a few extra coins on hand to pin you and ram you And in case I'm being too subtle what I'm sayin' is you've been taking payments to give up your butthole Notice how I haven't said a single cuss word? Isn't that just absurd? Don't need to cuss to concuss you with a lyric, but it's fun, so let's get back in the spirit, you little adeptus runt, you're a cunt Maybe that was a little abrupt but hey I have some mora so let's get a room and fuck, if you're down on your luck, can't get a good case, I'll take you to my place and sit on your face, you look like you do a good job hope you can keep up with my pace, bitch, no wonder you walk around nearly naked, you get paid big to bend over spread your ass and take it I ain't finished, but beg me and I'll pay you to make me finish, you gonna masturbate to this diss? By the way, Xinyan doesn't seem to pick a side, she ain't a flex, did you pay her with sex? I don't abide. She plays by my side because for her it's a ride, I paid her just fine, but she just wants the vibe. [Guitar solo] You said I'm sick in the head? You don't know the fucking start of it, I'm mad at my depths, my heart beats in my chest just waiting for a chance to test the limits of the best of the best and the rest of the mess is just a minor interest, the core of my desire to set the world on fire and manifest as the goddess of death Just kidding, I wouldn't go that far, my goal isn't oh so dark, it's more of a spark to embark on a lark and let off some bars and maybe a little spar, a vocabulary dictionary missionary whose words are unvaried toppin every rhyme with a cherry and leavin' every adversary scarred and marred and charred honey you raised up the bar and I'm married to the very concept of the dark so you might as well harken and disembark, I speak from my cold black heart, I'll rip you the fuck apart and sell off your parts on the market