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[Clayray]

Mental kind state of the late great kevorkian
Rappers on my dinner plate now watch me stick a fork in em'
I'm the morbid kid who tortures shit
Find me in your basement dwellin with my face slit, smellin
With two fingers in my mouth, you don't wanna know what the taste is fella!
I ain't a racist, well uhh.. Niggas gotta eat
And I'm down for anything from your head to your feet
I'm simple Simon rhymin for you bastards
The rap games a disaster I'm sad to see what it came to be
A young emcee I got the world infront of me
An I won't let the opportunity slide I ain't no dummie g

I'm an illuminati outcast
I've seen my life fly past me twice in a light flash
I think fast but work smarter
Goes in and I go harder
I do this for the forefathers of rap that got this all started
So I keep one eye closed like slick Rick
With ten gold chains on I'm diff-erent
"An you know birthdays was the worst days..
..but now we sip champagne when we thirstay"
Shout out to biggie and Brooklyn, y'all boys stay juugin
You do the math & flip a half I seem that shit in person
Now I'm know I'm not perfect, but I'm persa-verin into my own lane
Take one to the head like cobain
I do my shit on the low mayne
Went from ramen noodles to lo mien
I'm high flyin like soul plane
Up in the rap game, ima grow here like rogaine

So follow me on my Odessey
It's not odd to me what my eyes can see
So I'm spittin these prophecies I was taught by socrotes
Ima god king and I cannot bleed
Who's got a Napolian complex but ima calm vet
Who thinks about who he should con next
I could tear a wrist writing bomb threats but I'm kinda vexed
Cause what y'all spittin is none sense
So I paid a bum about 9 cents to stick you infront of you apartment
You get the concept of my content
I'm not here tryna con-Vince anybody of anything
My government is my rap name
So you get that real spit, hundered percent USDA like jeezy clique