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They want to hear good freestyling with sarcasm of Woody
Their parents own oil
They're just some spoiled kids who I aim to please
And so I'm dipped in a vat
And you know this town is a trap
Run by entertainment and the bureaucrats
the ultimate brain freeze
This year I'm
I'm on the Channel
I'm smiling and reading my of prose
I of the common man and of the promised land
But I'm insincere and make the doze
My head was a jar of lit
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 licking
Underground rappers smell like cloves
But me, I'm and decadent
Paid to appear at a set event
Companies license my
Money, it heightens my flighty
I the great American pop song stylized to my respective tiny niche

I wasn't invited to your
I've got no plus one and a low fund
I never expected to win big
I expected 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 my career off a cliff in a flaming stunt car
So now I'm down a bottomless pit
But I'm trying to be
I spin plates
But the prorates nothing
My arms are to cotton pick
Look at the poignant portraits in my sketch
Meaning and art exude every brush stroke
But my promises of revolution are threats
I'm so over sensitive my crotch is
I'll African dance and cast a voodoo hex while in your dorm all the bong water
And count the in the nebula until a goggleplex while selling you sticks of nag champa
I in the coffee shop
like Jean-Michel Basquiat
And kill gaudy pop with dirty smell
Acting all
Leaving kids oddly
laughter when I'm telling jokes at your dead pool party
I am a necromancer of an corpse
I'll cry ten minutes in your wet tennis court because I wasn't