tinfoil doggy bag resting in the fridge.
7 days & it lives like these so called lyricists
their physical & mentality is at risk.
take it to the board, gather your troops kid.
right hand stupid, idle hands on the playground
bobsled to hell Ill enjoy my way down.
another grey cloud evaporates with my 8th ounce
Libra scale weighed out, Betty Crocker breakdown
you pullin J out but aint getting high mike..
your ladder to success is bad wifi.
catch 22 whenever my pilot does a fly by.
sharp, knife like on cuts I provide like...
like...like...another botched suicide attempt
tell that to whoever you decide to befriend
original apple looking so tongue tied in the end
when the irony sets in, Im frying in the tin.
watching with sarcasm wondering why...
fuck the universe & explode into a stargasm
working with backpackers studying a phantasm
guitars & drumkits, rolling deep & Mad Maxn
once I bring my fat ass in its all Belushi
a pimple poppin, while I laugh on rudely.
another ripe peach that looks so juicy...
channel surfing and settling with I Love Lucy
this man is a myth sifting through dragon shit
searching for gold so when I got my hands on it...
my gorilla go Stefani, we go bananas kid.
I laugh at the earth & these mic holders
sufferers of idiocy with an egotistical psychosis
a dead horse that has a beat for me to rhyme over
you midgets wouldnt get nowhere on the giants shoulder
joke set...the diets over
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