M.A.M.E.

if you're not familiar with the world famous Billy Mitchell, he's quite a character and well worth your investment in understanding this deranged grifter. fun fact he lives in my area of South Florida. He used to go to the same arcade bar (Glitch barcade) that I would hang out at and play donkey Kong; the manager of the bar was trying to orchestrate a competitive Kong off between me and this fraud. (I have amateur scores in donkey Kong past a million points) anyways dude bro chickened out of the 1v1 at the last second. Been meaning to diss his ass since back then 😂 finally got around to it. (By the way M.A.M.E. is the name of the emulation software that he used to cheat. The acronym stands for Multiple Arcade Machine Emulator) beat by: soulker lyrics by: GG ~lyrics~ (High score liar, had Wiebe defame Playin’ back tapes, never stepped in the game, Highest score in the store with intent to maim Tried to Buy Guinness for the record I run it raw, you live in MAME.) Say Billy wanna play a game of What's in a name K just gotta say you deserve to stay a no name You ain't in Guinness, you in denial — Records just got wiped like a mistrial." Watching your career die whining and dining Every black podcaster you can find fyi coming down the pipeline "POW" like a "Fighterfly" pass you a quarter when you all out of tries Ay 2019 Nearly had your ego fatality Ay 1v1 Glitch bar just you and me Ay My Crowns weren't earned on technicality, Ay break the game, gamer of the century. (High score liar, had Wiebe defame Playin’ back tapes, never stepped in the game, Highest score in the store with intent to maim Tried to Buy Guinness for the record I run it raw, you live in MAME.) Day Billy saw me comin’, then he dipped like a bitch, Bar lights flicker — he froze, smiled then he switched. Dwight had plans, — crowd ready to see, But you ain’t play, just lied through teeth, Scared I’d pop off and snatch your streak, You a fake ass mullet with a bitch technique. Punk-ass king couldn’t last one night, Whole damn bar knew you would lose that fucking fight. Ay, fuck your legacy and staged acclaim, Ay, I trained in silence, you ducked with shame, Ay, Glitch was lit — you killed the game, Ay, we all saw fear when you skipped that stage. (High score liar, had Wiebe defame Playin’ back tapes, never stepped in the game, Highest score in the store with intent to maim Tried to Buy Guinness for the record I run it raw, you live in MAME.) Say Billy wanna clash, well the court's in session, Swear on the stand but you dodgin' confession. You flinch proof speak — Truth hit the bench A roundhouse in the cross-exam seat. You talk legacy, I talk evidence screen, Exhibit A: you lyin’ on a vintage machine, We in trial, and I’m sharper than your cutscene, Hand to the Bible, I’m the truth in between. Ay, judge saw through the hairspray lies, Ay, suit can't save when your records die, Ay, no cab — just perjury in disguise, Ay, case closed — and I watched you testify. Never touched a pad, ‘cause you scared of the sticks Talk big game, but you soft as shit Suckin’ off cabs like they holy scripts “Real games only” — shut the fuck up, bitch You ain’t a player, you a washed-up glitch.