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Ayo this shit spread quick every words a disease
Black belt kung fu I’m kickin’ verses with ease
I black out tag my name on any surface I please
I came to fuck these pussies good forget the birds and the bees
I got no chill there ain’t a beat Scott don’t kill
The only people trying to compete with me got no skill
This shit like ecstasy but you ain’t gotta pop no pill
Could make a hit using my dick to play a glockenspiel
Whatever you got nobody really know me at all
This shit just started as idea but it slowly evolved
Middle finger on one hand the other holding my balls
Addicted to this rap shit and I been going through withdrawals
I try to go a day without it and it’s hurtin’ my brain
Just a regular mother fucker from the dirt and the rain
So filthy your computer get a virus searching my name
I feel like every time I rap I’m about to burst into flames come on

Im just being honest with you all this shit is real
Maybe it’s the weed Im burnin but the only thing I feel is blah
Fuck em all I’m just doing me
I ain’t out here trying to emulate the phoney shit I see that shit is blah
Everybody sound the fuckin’ same
Lame corny ass chain same boring ass lane so blah
Listen Bitch you talkin’ real clear but the only thing I hear is
Blah blah blah blah blah

I got minimal class shit get critical fast
Take your opinion of me stick it up your pitiful ass
Cuz I been ahead of my time you bitches live in the past
Stepping on all these mother fuckers like some shit in the grass
These dudes lip synch their whole track blastin’ in the monitor
If this a marathon then y’all ain’t lasting a kilometre
Just turnin’ up the heat until it smashing the thermometer
Life can be bitch I’m trying to figure out what’s wrong wit her
My aim is steady and I’m breathing like a sniper
Fuckin’ deadlier than trying to pull the teeth out of a viper
Burnin’ trees cause I’m too hyper the most seasoned in the cypher
Got em shittin’ in their pants they gonna need another diaper
My life is basically a natural disaster
Think my parents had me married but I’m actually a bastard
There I go again high as fuck ramblin’ away
Now I forgot what else to say oh ya
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Im just being honest with you all this shit is real
Maybe it’s the weed Im burnin but the only thing I feel is blah
Fuck em all I’m just doing me
I ain’t out here trying to emulate the phoney shit I see that shit is blah
Everybody sound the fuckin’ same
Lame corny ass chain same boring ass lane so blah
Listen Bitch you talkin’ real clear but the only thing I hear is
Blah blah blah blah blah