My rhymes slice like Tapion... was happy gone.
But the path this class is on got me substituting happy songs
for war cries of battle squads, downing weed n' caviar.
These Magikarps keep dragon on the path of matadors,
till the bull has had it all, n' lets them have a horn.
I'm bored as fuck... the board was fun... I have a roar.
But since I'm back I won't relax... I'll have at it more.
two calicoes and a rabid four pound ratchet it on.
smackin these rappin fawns til they bat an eye like ratchet whores.
robbin at gun point cuz I instruct the chalk by pointing the body at the floor...
fucked up I know... but ask my mom what I'm such a fucked up savage for...
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