I got a million ways to force
Choose one.
Bring it back
Now double your tulpa and make a stack.
 
Wazzu's on that new ish,
Walsh is like, How come?
Emol want's my old stuff, read my old guides son.
Methos makes it rain, Me I make the blueprint,
Being in public makes me look stupid.
Came about a year ago,
hopped of lucid dreamin,
ever since then, Tulpa's i've been seein.
Traded vocals for platinum possesion
Ever since then, my tulpas match the status of perfection.