🎤 “Madman & Netflix”
[Rap Story]
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