You take off five days and come back with that shit?
Kid just kill yaself I'm set to do my shmoney dance on your casket
Look your mama in her eyes while she weep over her loss
But really what she lose? A worthless, self-deluded little tosser
If rhyme schemes were what made a rapper real ill
Then we would see phonemes and nonsense prevail
But naw kid, you got the game twisted
Like left foot on blue and reach around on red
Please youngun treat this rap game with some respect
Treat it like art, what you're doin is neglect
And I'm the Rap Game Dick Tracy, whack fuckers get arrested
Good news for you, I know a communal showers get you all wet
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Laser beams, psychedelic hats, and for some reason kittens. Surrel reminds me of kittens.
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^if you wanna know perfection that's it, you dumb shits
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