Mitch

Thirty-one years old still hidin’ at mum’s, Room smell crazy, surrounded by crumbs. Lazy from dawn straight through to night, Talks about “grind” but avoids hard work in sight. Eyebrows thick like a haunted bush maze, Permanent jealous look stamped on his face. Head shaped strange like a dented-up gourd, Confidence loud but accomplishments bored. Man throws tantrums over every small thing, Wants king treatment but brings nothin’. Bitter at people who actually progress, Sits there stewin’ in his own mess. Walks around angry, permanently sour, Energy drains every room by the hour. Talks like a villain, moves like a clown, Whole act collapses when pressure comes down. Big baby mindset trapped in a grown man, Can’t take advice, can’t stick to a plan. Loud on the internet, quiet in real life, Starts all the drama then runs from the fight.

Dark rap, Aggressive, Dark