NETFLIX MADNESS

🎤 “Madman & Netflix”

Yo—

Don’t soil it if you can’t carry,

Like guilt in your chest, just bury.

Talk tough like you’re bad, but it’s sad,

All we see is a man gone mad.

He sits in his room—no windows, no clock,

Don’t know if it’s day, if it’s night, or just blocked.

Trapped in that box like a prisoner in time,

But he don’t seem to mind, he say he’s doin’ fine.

I got curious, yeah, had to go peek,

Been three long years—ain’t heard him speak.

I knock on the door, say “what you doing in here?”

He laughs like a demon and cracks a beer.

Said, “Boxsets on Netflix, this sh*t don’t end,

£7.99 a month—my one true friend.”

Smiled with teeth like rusted gold,

Hair like a lion, three winters old.

Ain’t bathed since the world last turned,

Smelled like the floor where dead things burn.

The stench crept through to my living room space,

So I checked on the dude—couldn’t take that place.

That’s the only reason I broke that spell,

To knock on the door of his streaming cell.

And now this tale, it comes to a stop,

But let me leave you with a lil’ mic drop:

Mate… cut.

Have a shower.

Turn off Netflix just for an hour.

Reboot your power.

Smash that rut, don’t let it devour