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Self-loathing
Spittin' crowbars out the back window of and shit
And acting a klonopin binge-hardening
And up the moniker of artists into arsonists

Knock-knock, it's that prodigal pen-throttle,
like the top of a bottle of hot JavaScript
Rhyme than nine joggers with
Shin splints dodging an rhinoceros

Order me my waffles and bother me not,
The option of being modest walked to where my father went
Ponder how we can holler spit darker
Than Gotham at six bars in the genre then shots

At imposters and nada, Volatile pig brawler
Is hotter than lit parliament, in your fucking army
In the parking lot of a Target, I'm targeted,
Heart dark as that thick parka I markers in

Holla if you've never been a
Spartan jocks and tossing salt at their Ed Hardy shit
Burning chops, talking shit, rocking on a rocket ship
So I could give a about the car you in, nigga

Drooling aluminum
Blue 'Preme overalls, jump them blues come
Some of you should run from where the come
Out for cheese with a studio, like a gudda run, it glues to us

to pigeons that I flew amongst
Mouth deliver poop, it's spouting mucus its stupid tongue
Alpha male, got the chicken losing in his cruising
Losers get a Kuma Punch, I'm moving like a puma's

And I'm back.. bye