18Banana Man (Night Vice Mode)

-Verse 1- Midnight logs in… palm trees in bloom Retro grid glowin' through my gamer room But he ain’t me—nah, he’s got flair Slick shades, peel suit, yellow everywhere He don’t talk trash, he whispers fate Spinnin' donuts in a neon state Clicks in hand, vengeance in stride You cross this fruit… say goodbye to your pride -Chorus- Banana Man… sliding through the night Pixel peel drippin’, neon bright He’s a meme, a myth, a tropical god Drops the squad while wearin’ flip-flops and nods Banana Man… you can’t deny He’s smooth, he’s weird, he’ll make you cry Peelin’ justice with an ‘80s plan— Livin’ vice mode… I’m Banana Man -Verse 2- Lambo skids on a pixel street Synth bass thumpin' with a mango beat Tactical shades, he’s slicin’ through ranks While you reload, he’s robbin’ banks No facecam, just that fruity flash Kills confirmed while he throws a stash Of potassium bars and pixel grenades— He wins the match… then disappears in waves -Bridge- "They say he was once just a man…" "Now? He’s legend, dressed in Chiquita brand." "He logs in. He peels back… justice." -Final Chorus- Banana Man… king of the lagless lane Drippin’ gold, never playin’ plain Stylin' hard in a citrus suit Fruity vengeance — absolute. Banana Man… he’s one of a kind Fruit-based fury, retro designed When the match begins, you’ll understand… There’s only one… Banana Man. -Outro- “Banana out...”