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They want to hear good freestyling with 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 this town is a tourist trap
Run by entertainment industries and the
Selling the ultimate freeze
This year I'm
I'm on the Channel
I'm and reading my parchment of prose
I of the common man and of the promised land
But I'm and make the Marxists doze
My was a jar of lit bulbs
I used to make viewers at shows
But now I'm the most compromising slut
Oh, it's hard to keep harlot clothed
I and do more than schmooze
I licking toes
Underground rappers smell like garlic
But me, I'm smug and
Paid obscenely to appear at a set
Companies my likeliness
Money, it heightens my fits
I wrote the great American pop song to my respective tiny niche

I wasn't to your shindig
I've got no one and a low slush fund
I expected to ever win big
I never expected for you to my press kit

The attendance is always subpar when I perform at a or bar
Why did I to do weird shit
I my career off a cliff in a flaming stunt car
So now I'm falling a bottomless pit
But I'm trying to be
I microwaveable plates
But the label prorates
My arms are to pick with
Look at the poignant portraits in my doodle
Meaning and art exude every brush stroke
But my promises of revolution are threats
I'm so over my crotch is bloodsoaked
I'll African dance and cast a voodoo hex while in your dorm spilling all the bong
And count the stars in the nebula until a while selling you sticks of nag champa
I in the coffee shop
Looking like Basquiat
And kill gaudy pop dirty laundry smell
all foolhardy
Leaving oddly distraught
Gentle laughter 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 I wasn't invited