im back, on my regular bullshit
so dont get it twisted if you witness me pull shit
i aint no gangsta im pranksta wit angst
and im laughin my ass all the way out the bank
wit two bags of cash and a get away driver
two bags of hash stashed away high up
in the overhead compartment
6 more in my apartment and a needle in my armpit
i dont need to put in an effort
to effortlessy slay the lyrcial mess outta these pitifully gay
literally lame people who dont even have shit to say
but who am i to say they aint got nothin to say, this is play
i can fuckin blab away all day
cuz i dont need no structure
my mind is fucked up, got a screw loose
my rhymes just cut up, a slew of these fools
who aint got notin to do but waste time tryna waste rhymes in school
like me................... wait, shit, but its okay for me
cuz you already know i go for the throat
judgin by the several level verse that i wrote before
so i aint gotta prove or pay dues no more
ive been spitten this rude baby way before
i even listened rap music of course
so let this venom run its course before
my temper runs short, and we both in court.
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