I DON'T RAP TO FUCKIN SAY ANYTHING BITCH
I FLOW CRAP AND BUST THE STRAIGHT MEDICINE SHIT
LEGALLY DOPE.
AND ALL YOUR RHYMES UNEVENLY WROTE
I GOT A T-SHIRT THAT SAYS DO YOU EVEN BRO?
AND IT REFERS TO RHYMING. DO YOU EVEN THOUGH?
I'M VOODOO EVIL DOPE, DAWG. YOU POODLE/BEAGLE SO SOFT
I GOOGLE PEOPLE CLOTHES OFF, CAUSE NUDITY IS SO HOT
THE BOOBS WILL PEEK THROUGH MOST BRAS, USUALLY, ON THOSE BROADS
I'M LOSING IT, I'M SO LOST. HALLUCINATING, TOAST. GONE.
I'M SITTING IN A BATHTUB JUST RUMINATING, POST-MORTEM
I DIED A LITTLE INSIDE CAUSE HUMANS MAKE ME CROAK PROBLY
OR MAYBE IT'S THIS COKE PROBLEM? IT SURE HELPS ME GET AWAY
I'M PURE HEALTHY, GET IT STRAIGHT. I PREFER PEPSI ANYWAYS.
I'M BURP TESTING FIZZY DRANK, DOWN EITHER BLOOD-WAY
SERVED, INGESTING MINI EGGS ON EASTER SUNDAY
WITH THE CREEPER BUNNY, WHO'S 3 FOOT SOMETHING
I LEASHED EM UP TO KEEP FROM JUMPING GUYS
CAUSE HE JUST HUMPS AND RIDES, JESUS FUCKIN CHRIST!!
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