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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And I'm back.. bye