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They want to good freestyling with sarcasm of Woody Allen
parents own oil rigs
They're just some spoiled kids who I aim to please
And so I'm dipped in a vat
And you know town is a tourist trap
Run by entertainment and the bureaucrats
Selling the brain freeze
This year I'm
I'm on the Clear
I'm smiling and my parchment of prose
I talk of the man and of the promised land
But I'm and make the Marxists doze
My head was a jar of lit
I used to make viewers carsick at
But now I'm the most compromising slut
Oh, hard to keep this harlot clothed
I network and do more than
I start toes
Underground rappers smell garlic cloves
But me, I'm and decadent
Paid to appear 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 wasn't invited to your
got no plus one and a low slush fund
I never to ever win big
I never for you to open my press kit

The attendance is subpar when I perform at a club or bar
Why did I choose to do shit
I steered my career off a in a flaming stunt car
So now I'm falling down a pit
But I'm trying to be
I microwaveable plates
But the label prorates
My arms are to cotton with
Look at the portraits in my doodle sketch
Meaning and art with every brush stroke
But my promises of revolution are threats
I'm so over sensitive my crotch is
I'll dance and cast a voodoo hex while in your dorm spilling all the bong water
And count the stars in the nebula until a goggleplex while selling you sticks of nag
I in the coffee shop
like Jean-Michel Basquiat
And kill gaudy pop with laundry smell
Acting all
kids oddly distraught
Gentle laughter when I'm telling jokes at your dead pool
I am a necromancer of an corpse
I'll cry ten minutes in your wet court because I wasn't invited