DJ Stilskin Spins Some Sick Beats

There is a fairy tale
Once told
That is as grim
As the men who wrote it

It contains a ghoul
So terrible, so evil
That his name ignites
Fury and anger

Rumpelstilskin

But would that be true
If everyone knew
The story of
Who was fooling who

She was a singer, you see
One without much talent
To get her famous
Would be to turn nothing
Into something

You know how
The story goes
He helped her
Turn straw into gold

But it wasn't
The wheat
That needed saving
It was her beat

It was terrible
Her rhythym, harmony
It was painful
Almost torturous to hear

So, he made her a deal
He would spin
That voice
Into some sick beats

That's right
It's not Rumpelstilskin
It's DJ Stilskin
He knows how to drop the beat

He made her voice
Into a solid gold album
Auto-tune, of course
A lot was necessary

But when it was time
To sign for his label
She said no
As if she was famous

He wasn't worried
Until she spread terrible rumors
About his slick spinning
There was no winning

His career was broken,
And his name sullied
Because the woman
Let fame destroy her

But now you know
Before you hit play
It was DJ Stilskin
Who should be spinning