Episode Details

[We Come In Peace]

Written, Composed C’cxell Soleïl  

Performed by Blū Tha Gürū 

I come in peace. 

I come in peace but, 

Since they want a war, 

I might as well obliterate with diplomatic

Precision and lyrical assasination 

This is just a temporary placement,

And you cannot stay here:

(Chaos) 

You have been replaced with an alien 

Inside my brain

He’s living rent free but 

Honestly, that’s A-Okay with me

The motherfucker quiet, silent, even… 

–And we come in peace. 

I start hypnotic on an infrasonic rim, 

Then I go tectonic on a more melodic hyperbolic chamber; 

Lame –do you remember this: 

I am the chin! 

You keep on playing games with my head inside my room; 

I need a broom just to get rid of you–

Oops, 

Floor sweep. 

Mantras on repeat

I be: practice-the-secret

What kind of garbage do you eat, kid? 

You must them crispy bacon red lips

Cause you just keep lying through your teeth

(Smoked!)

But then, I’m kinda sweet, 

—And seven days a week, 

I just keep telling you what I think; 

But silently instead of violently

And in a blink, I’ll have a billion trebled

You are the weakest link 

Pass or fail 

And you fail again 

I’m gonna have to hold you back, Moby Dick 

Oh look, a whale again

What do you fuckin eat, kid? 

(A bottom feeder feeding on a bottom feeder)

You’re so weak. 

(And we—we come in peace) 

Slam bam, thank you ma’am 

Slam-bam 

Um— 

You mad, huh???

I come in peace.

Slam bam, thank you ma’am 

Slam-bam 

Um— 

You mad, huh???

You try to tell yourself you’re cool, 

But it is just an act; who do you think you’re fooling?

I wrote the play, so 

I’m am—let’s just say—

Your stage coach 

Aces, 

So much time wasted

I fuck around and could hang myself with laces, 

They said—

Baseball:

Now go pick up the bat

You lazy troll and run that dog around the bases

That is 

Savage

But only ‘cause they’re savages, 

I ravage them, they’re average intelligence 

And fatter than this blunt

My waist is snatched and I eat cabbage 

Breakfast-dinner-lunch

I don’t have to walk my cat, but 

Jump! 

If you’re feeling froggy 

Oh wait, you can’t,

You fat bitch. 

Ratchets, dammit!

But every time they throw a tantrum, 

I cash in like Patel, 

I toy with them, Mattel 

I’m no snitch, but oh well… 

Must be a glitch

Either the simulation went a bit corrupt

Or they were sent from hell; 

I panic at the disco

Cause you tried to ring my bell 

–Oh hell naw!

That’s it, 

I’m madder than the hatter now 

You’re fatter than the rats that gather round the trash can, 

Bad man 

And even worse manners

I need a fucking handler

These animals are out of control 

Around here 

You must not get it! 

I’m getting richer 

Every time 

you talk your shit, sir 

Go ahead and draw me another picture, 

Cause my video was evidence 

And not a tik tok 

You must be mental 

(But I am too)

Nice to meet you 

My name is Blū 

I’m your friend and neighbor, 

Or tried to be, but 

I’m getting rich off your jealousy, so 

Thank you 

Slam bam, thank you ma’am 

Slam-bam 

Um— 

You mad, huh???

Slam bam, thank you ma’am 

Slam-bam 

Um— 

You mad, huh???

I need a hard hat 

I’m under construction 

So you wanna throw a tantrum like a man? 

Then go a fuck yourself 

I’ve had enough of you 

You’re out of luck,