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The stoic poet and I didn't even know it
So sick, my pole stick needs an hoe's lick
Get low chick and blow dick
Take that glow stick you got from the club, stroke it
Oh shit, you broke it to my flow, bitch
I don't spit slow, I told you to get low
Like that Ludacris song goes and your thong is gold
And my bong is low on ganja and I'm in need of some 'mo
I speed on the road, until I lose control
Tragedy unfolds, I just fucked up and lost my soul
Now my car's flipped upside down
Can't get up right now because my back gave out
And now red and black keep my head intact
I'm dead infact like conservatives would put lead in fags
But don't worry about me baby, crazy doesn't die but I'm a ghost now
I'm homebound and I'm not talking about heaven, I'm talkin' Motown
My flow sounds smooh like running water
Please don't call me father, you're not my daughter
Screaming "Daddy, daddy!", you dumb, like you just broke your dang toy
I'll leave this hoe destroyed then get comfortably numb like Pink Floyd
Don't tempt me or I might turn you into mince meat
Pinch me because this shit can't be real
Because you and I both know I have the sex appeal of Seal!
Even though I did come up with it, I have a feeling someone said the Motown shit before...not sure though. Anyway, no beat yet but I feel like the structure is a little better than my other ones.