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I slip into a track like it's a
It's often better, I guess I'm a
And I wait... for my time...
And my minds acute

1]

I slip in as it's nearing the end
They all "The fuck this? invited him. Who?"
But so far along and most gone
I bum booze and low key till I peak
Then they meet this more confident me
You know I rap,
I keep it to myself, though, most
But tonight, I go over and I tell 2
like "dude, spit some lines"
I'm like "no... okay, fine, check it, hold my
I'm to go in, uh, uh"
Yo, I hold the trash rhymes out of everyone
Granted, the planet of rappers for none
Still contest me somehow
I'm
They swear they all the best, that's why I low
rows of lyricists flow so serious, bound to fake crowns
So, if they're up, yet fallin' to ground
Maybe if I aim down I'll up
It's dumb I
I'm self-indulgent
I talk a lot in rap and I know how to talk about anyone but me (fuck)
This fit the party trap that all of them be on
I you ain't following along, oh gosh
I turn to them, "what you?"
They look at me, "what us?"
I my head, "what do you do?"
One hits the blunt, attacks his chest, the like
"We do this", but he's to no one
Cause I left 4 earlier, Shyamalan, ha

Hey, true though, right?
We all there
Hey, you know where we've have... been—what?
Ugh,

2]

I slip in funerals to a bit
Snooze the corpses, the only one to wake from it
Feelin' right as everyone cries, pretends they're not crying
says bye, they got a life still
10 out of 10 glad it isn't fucked too
And I just realized I'm making fun of dead (whoops)
Well, what are ya do?
Nah, for real, you finna do, bitch!
—Oh my god, I'm
I didn't... I'm... I'm the
I in costume, head to the Oscars, money
Approach I'm that one dude from Always Sunny
But a comedy, they say
They're over in la la
I they in the moonlight
I'm buggin', my bad, we all had a
some of the staff, I'm sure
But they were probably turnt, good
Humor at who's
I my sense of too much and not enough
I'm both, Schrodinger's mutt
If you hear from me after the drop
It's cause I made it, but also I didn't and I'm (clever)
And dead but alive—(yup)
(They get the reference)
(Fuck)

I get no help up
So, you get no welcome
Cause I ain't hand out no
And this is too
Like, I even included
So fuck it, we need no invite, no

3]

I slip into the rap game, while
So badly, over beats, attracting
My track team my young high school
Go (shh)
I slip a sleep so deep, sometimes
My eyes cease to be, just my mind
And words on loose leaf
A and find for meaning
A maze, I write
Never the one, I bend to none
The wrong button to
No of Trump (fake tunes!)
I drums, correct, I come
The lungs of fuck-wit's, I with
My and wit, the wick, I lit
Enlightened, dumb, and
A knight in dull attire, I'm
As in porn site videos, I'm quick to spit
But not to cum like dick in porn videos
I wish I was wiser than a owl, Willawaw
Workin' neck like chicks in porn site vid—I'm
Like kids, a box of
in, there's 2 of them, I quit
I slip in I'm
Able to, no eyein' me
Lately, I've crawled from the water, was under,
Now my to set fire to CD's

So, that could be heard 2
It could be as CD's or it could be heard as cities...
Cause... (cause it was a joke)
(I am not a single one of these)

Look, I ain't get no up
So, you get no welcome
Cause I hand out no invitations
And is too exclusive
Like, I ain't included
So fuck it, we need no invite, no