everything that you think is cool will seem old as fuck in just a few months and when the
dudes punt back to you the same shit you'll be angry, pancreas achin from the changes you
created. stupid lame bitch. you the same trick from the old dog and you
stayin naked in full view gonna pull part of your pulp off like

pol pot. in the pulpit hittin' bullfrog, my whole dick like a
old star. gettin hos slicker than a bowl of lard that i pull apart on the
boulevard in a rollin car smokin lots of weed like oh my god i'm
a hole in one with a wand and a blunt and a box full of skunk in my arms and i'm walkin to johnny's now

i'm on that bobby brown smokin whitney houston with the
stupid crowd loop it--wow they're impressed it must be the best shit lucy
the juicy j type so maybe i can get her to lube my dang pipe hang tight
on a bitch's bangs while i take time on her thighs offer my assistance for her sister's head clinic let's drain life

outta mainline doin heroin is american i'm apparently heir to them roaring twenties
i'm a fuckin' math-rock goofy band look at that face that i'm makin when i play the bandana
bass line ass backwards that's actually the facts you're a loser ass rapper that
used to be a factor in the past and your fans were mad that you switched to this attractive sooper swagger

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overrated underground go n give that fake another crown
his plays just made like a hundred thousand, now you wonder why he's sayin that he's not in town and it's
obvious to the bossest kids that he prolly tryna make some money off of it
but he can't be expected to rock the stiffs when his palms are so sweaty that he drops the sticks and

that baton is slippin like all of his shit is. balls in a vice cause he wants the digits, he
got a audemar flossin like he lost his dentist and when he pause you can prolly hear his antidepressants and when
he charge for all the shows he wants large or better, tryna seem important like he's chartin cheddar, but even
arsonists know you can't start the wetter, you gotta move that dude to some warmer weather,

like welcome to the west coast, now you're famous and we're sellin you the best smoke want a asian girl
let's go to texaco gas and i'll bet you'll throw ass in the back like a train out in mexico
i'll second those movements, my motion is flowin like a pool stick i'm not
doing shit but i'm elusive as two kids with loose lips and a loofa and a dude's dick

my crew's finna do this, my face like, "dude you can't rule spit, the whole
place even sayin i'm the new shit i ain't playin i'm amazin when i do flips
i'm like tulips but with nugs not petals i'm the new kid and i'll screw yo head up til
the skull pop i'm like a full box of those condoms cropped onto plush round genitals