Let's Roaster! Graham Hancock, Old Silver Fox with a Netflix check Pigeon Pout, Lost Cities while your facts are a wreck 9600 BCE, that's your magic number, you hack Younger Dry is coming, buddy, that's just whack You cherry pick myths like grapes from a vine Ignore the day to sell books for a dime Atlantis ain't cause your timeline's afloat On waves of bullshit keeping suckers afloat Afloat, Randall Carlson's your bro, hammer in hand Smashing real science like it's grains of sand But when the ice melts and truth starts to thaw Your empire crumbles, bow down to the floor Charlatan Charlatan, charlatan, charlatan, charlatan Charlatans in the spotlight Peddling dreams for the fee Hey, Hancock, Hancock I'm steady Liar's degree Reptilians and pyramids Aliens from the stars Watch your evidence, empty jars on Mars Chill for the shekel, twist, history's thread red Wake up sheeple, these wolves want you dead Roast them, toast them, burn the whole damn crew Pseudo-science circus, we're coming for you David Icke, turquoise tie in a lizard grin You're banned from YouTube? Nah, that's just spin Only truth tellers get the boot, you whine and cry But RKX is screaming, so by your rules he's alive Children of the Matrix, more like kids than you're scammed Biggest secrets of fact, you're a one-man sham Stitchin' fanboy, Anunnaki gold rush Pushin' fall of Atlantis like it's holy hush 9600 BCE debate, RKX you fraud Or hide in your books, applaud your own applaud Pacifist poser, callin' out Donnie Trump While your wallet's the real shape-shifting charm Charlatans in the spotlight, peddlin' dreams for the fee Ike Hancock, Hancock, upsetting Liar's degree Reptilians and pyramids, aliens from the stars Watch your evidence, empty jars on Mars Chill for the shackle, twist, history's thread Wake up sheeple, these wolves want you dead Roast them, toast them, burn the whole damn crew Pseudo-science circus, we're coming for you Jimmy Corsetti, upsetty, the clown with the glow flip Bright insight, more like dim-witted clips Mud-flood myths and Tartaria tales so tall Yo, Jimmy the janitor, sweeping up the phone Hancock's your godfather, ice-up uncle weirdo All three of you gripping off the unconvinced fear No peer review, just Patreon, please Selling salvation in 4K's decrees But the dates don't add, the commas don't crash Your Atlanta's in some puddle, splash! Back to Graham, like in Hancock, at the rally war White hair flapping, like a ghost from the shore Magician to be God, you're the trick, the trick finger of God Nah, it should defeat Pavel Jacko Pyramids align to your greed