Banana Man (Vice Mode Day)

Palm trees and bloom, retro grid Glowing through my gamer room But he ain't me, nah, he's got flair Slick shades, peels, soot, yellow everywhere He don't talk trash, he whispers Fates spinning, doughnuts in the neon Stay clicks in hand, vengeance is stride You cross this fruit, say goodbye to your pride Lamb of skids on a pixel street Sin base thumping with a mango bead Tactical shades he's slicing through ranks While you reload he's robbing banks No face cam, just a fruity flash Kills confirmed while he throws a stash Of potassium bars and pixel grenades He wins the match Then disappears in waves They say he was once just a man Now? He's legend, dressed in Chiquita brand He logs in. He peels back. Justice. you