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They want to hear good freestyling with sarcasm of Woody
parents own oil rigs
They're some spoiled kids who I must aim to please
And so I'm dipped in a vat
And you know this is a tourist trap
Run by industries and the bureaucrats
Selling the ultimate freeze
This year I'm
I'm on the Channel
I'm smiling and reading my parchment of
I talk of the common man and of the promised
But I'm insincere and the Marxists doze
My was a jar of lit bulbs
I to make viewers carsick at shows
But now I'm easily the most compromising
Oh, it's hard to keep this harlot
I network and do more schmooze
I start toes
Underground rappers like garlic cloves
But me, I'm and decadent
Paid obscenely to at a set event
Companies my likeliness
Money, it my flighty fits
I wrote the great American pop song stylized to my respective niche

I invited to your shindig
I've got no plus one and a low fund
I expected to ever win big
I never for you to open my press kit

The attendance is always subpar when I perform at a or bar
Why did I to do weird shit
I steered my off a cliff in a flaming stunt car
So now I'm falling a bottomless pit
But I'm to be optimistic
I spin plates
But the label nothing
My arms are to pick with
Look at the poignant in my doodle sketch
Meaning and art exude with every brush
But my promises of are futile threats
I'm so over sensitive my crotch is
I'll African dance and cast a voodoo hex while in your spilling all the bong water
And count the stars in the nebula until a goggleplex selling you sticks of nag champa
I in the coffee shop
Looking like Jean-Michel
And kill gaudy pop with dirty laundry
all foolhardy
Leaving oddly distraught
Gentle laughter when I'm telling jokes at your dead party
I am a of an exquisite corpse
I'll cry ten minutes in your wet court because I wasn't invited