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

Knock-knock, it's that pen-throttle, bitch
Popping the top of a bottle of hot JavaScript
Rhyme harder than joggers with
Shin splints dodging an ornery

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

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

Holla if you've never a starter
Spartan kicking jocks and tossing salt at their Ed shit
chops, talking shit, rocking 28's on a rocket ship
So I could give a fuck the car you in, nigga

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

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

And I'm back.. bye