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Eat a
Or at eat a pita chip
Right I skeet on it
You of shit
Tell your speaking lips
They should try pleading fifths more bitch
And refer to me as your
You sayin me and "so and so" are
Then I up "so and so" and they're terrible, you disgust me-
Trendy fall the hell off the map
After just one I can tell off the bat
There will never be a that I have to rewind it
On some goddamn "what was that shit
In fact I it
boring's the category I put them in
Fast forward that whack I'd rather hear the hook again
I would rate your very low level
And your softness as at a pills-bury level
Me I have that gold medal
put me on a fricken podium
You're child's you nickelodeon
I'm to sprinkle sodium
All over them
Big wax EOM homie get confused
Shouldn't get your hopes up when you know your lose
You accomplish anything if you don't pay your dues
I'm
all the shit I've charged to the game
The game should issue me a credit card in my
No we aren't the you are mother fucking ant sized
My catalog is bean stalk plant sized
I'm sick of ya'll saying ya'll well
When ya'll shit like dog shit smells
Seriously take it and say your joking
When you rap everyone behind your back does that masturbating
I worked hard for this when ya'll it
the white flag matter of fact half mast it
Half this rap that you hear is half plastic
The other half is a lying ass bastard
Fake like dentures
Writing their bios based on elses adventures
I be confusing the censors with the shit that I
Cause they don't if its some shit they should bleep
They're like that's the fifth time this week
That witnessed a sheet
Of lyrics this geek
On my desk for
To bleep or not to bleep is an excellent
These words yet to receive Webster's attention
Webster is still fucking with the gender
Only point I'm to make is give them something to remember
Whether on the microphone or strumming on the fender
These kids get mixed up like in a blender
Same goes for you lame trolls
I would recommend less riding and more jogging
You at your computer sipping your super big gulp
Eating Debbie snacks and newtons full of fig pulp
I'm talking to you its sunny out it
That bicycle you purchased was like money down the
Yo its how steroided your confidence seems
When the time you got laid hipsters were rocking big jeans
was in his teens
Variations of the running man were routines
Little Nas was up in queens-- it hard to tell
He was still busy watching the smurfs Gargamel
Fuck it I just rapping great
Outside of the box like you cheap packing tape
Try again there's no time to
Just make sure the drawing board you go back to is dry
That shit you sharpie ain't gonna ever be
Unless that magic is an actual magical marker
Even it'd have to have a good battery charger
Because I've been since Eric Clapton was back with the Yardbirds
I wish you the of luck
If ya'll agree with me that most rappers
Then make like a rake on the back of a truck
And the fuck up