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They want to hear good freestyling with of Woody Allen
parents own oil rigs
They're just some kids who I must aim to please
And so I'm in a syrup vat
And you know this town is a tourist
Run by industries and the bureaucrats
Selling the brain freeze
This year I'm
I'm on the Clear
I'm and reading my parchment of prose
I talk of the common man and of the promised
But I'm and make the Marxists doze
My head was a jar of lit
I to make viewers carsick at shows
But now I'm easily the compromising slut
Oh, it's hard to keep this harlot
I network and do more schmooze
I start licking
Underground rappers smell like garlic
But me, I'm and decadent
Paid to appear at a set event
Companies license my
Money, it heightens my fits
I the great American pop song stylized to my respective tiny niche

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

The attendance is always when I perform at a club 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 down a pit
But I'm to be optimistic
I spin microwaveable
But the label nothing
My arms are to cotton pick
Look at the poignant portraits in my doodle
Meaning and art exude every brush stroke
But my promises of revolution are futile
I'm so over sensitive my is bloodsoaked
I'll African dance and cast a voodoo hex while in your spilling all the bong water
And the stars in the nebula until a goggleplex while selling you sticks of nag champa
I dumbfound in the coffee
Looking Jean-Michel Basquiat
And kill gaudy pop with dirty smell
all foolhardy
Leaving 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 tennis court because I invited