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(What's name foo?)

Rappers to me
They get some
But most of them should go and try to boost their monthly
Speaking over beats is the only time I feel
I don't hear the weak and I don't defeat
So what you
the dots, I'll raise the pot
Remove the blood from the brain of hip hop
The remains in tip-top shape
I'm the back rapper scapegoat in the aim of their hate
I came in late, took a chair in the
But my classmates were unaware how I'd really been there
My peers have been held back for years, holding the tears
Everybody our name like we was the cast from "Cheers"
So here's to the good times, tonight is mighty
So fasten your seatbelts, I'm gonna launch this vessel
Ain't gonna land I'm bigger than Espo
And bigger than and bigger than techno

I wanna bigger Jesus and bigger than wrestling
Bigger than the Beatles and bigger than implants
I'm gonna be the biggest thing to hit little kids
Bigger than guns, bigger than

A few years ago an of mine
Asked me to keep her name out of my
So I said this that I'm about to say
It came from the heart and it this way:
Go to girl, you make me sick!
I your new boyfriend gets cancer in his dick
What the fuck makes you think I'd put your name on my
there, now I feel a lot
You know
I drank a forty since I became old enough to drink
Not up in what the fuck these people think
when I die they're gonna find the missing link
But I'm gonna vomit it in the kitchen sink
I'm suprised of y'all don't get hit by cars
Missing surroundings, staring at the stars
I'm lonely without a that wants to spar
That's why I spend so time in these bars
poolside, screaming, "Do or die!"
Looking at the asking, "Who am I?"
Saw my reflection, Yes! I'm fly!
And as you can guess again, I'm too damn

(What'd say to you?)

But said, "Drop dead."
I can't, I got a lot
More than just arrogant, asshole pot-head
In the top ten, who you love to on tracks
for the camera while I surf upon your ear wax
This beer's flat and she kisses a stripper
I'm coming to with my status as a drifter
Girl, I'm only in this town for one
And these neon lights are me distracted from my plight
I like a legend on a leash
Making an effort to break every piece that I can
Yeah, I got something to say, and more to teach
But first let me scrape feces from my cleats
on the roof, complaining to the moon
The only I tell the truth is when I'm naked in my bedroom
Soon I'm gonna the harvest of my struggles
But now on, y'all can call me sluggles

Bigger Jesus
Bigger wrestling
than the Beatles
Bigger than implants

Bigger guns, bigger than cigarettes