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okay

welcome to my 12 bar

the beat

wears it like a kevlar

as i smoke my tree

medlar

south african

coughing 'til there's pains in my fucking abdomen

i spit negative just like a halogen

my breeze more of a fucking masculine

the rascals win

killing them all with a javelin

snakes

i'm just rattling

suit taylor never taddling

you niggas a bunch of squares

madison

as far as real niggas

bitch nigga my battle's sick

on top of being talented

bitch i'm fucking passionate

i'm a golden curse

call me treacherous

treasure chest

better yet

i'll build on to the beat like tetris

remember me

forgetfulness

i am your correctionist

i stitched odd and future together like a leather vest

you fucking sweater neck

feather peck

rosetta checks

i put together decks and push for beef

if head for less

i'm headed out to sydney australia with tim donnelly

he gets caught up at security

the tsa don't follow me

tea parties are the shit

forty mags by the scones

i'm fighting for gun rights to shoot a nigga in his dome

click your fucking heels

there's no place like home

cock back and blast off written on the tombstone

ain't that a bitch

let's see

what's wrong with me might be my fucking tourett sy-

i need a vacation cause all this shit got me stressing

so after the showers with sandusky

me and sean kingston went and rented a couple jet skis

lionel rolled the blunts up

so meanwhile me and lucas getting fucked up

you can smell us coming like a faggot when he hicks up

listening to common's last album to get pumped up

so finally asked when i can get my dick sucked

you know casey anthony

was handling

dropping her kids off so she could come out and dance with me

wine in the pantry

wrestling on my trampoline

learned some new chords while you uncreative were sampling

i'm wolf

i spit flow-y partly

as retarded as the sound of deaf people arguing

you hold the future of the kid you daughter's gargling

me

i have the odd future motherfucking sargeaning

no

i'm the fuck now

my poppa didn't give one

that's why i'm like this now

i'm still down to cut throat

and if another fan asks for a photo while i'm snacking on my pizza lunchable

i'm 'a fucking snap like berman when he acts right

then have a mental breakdown and proceed to use a crack pipe

of will be done for

niggas will be dumb poor

don't believe me

ok be right back

i'm headed to the gun store

m-16's and them 16's came out of nowhere like your kid's wet dream

what you mean old news

oh you

will you need us to fucking show you that we're harder than finding a fucking snickers bar in whole foods

in a black hoodie

nose bruised and a gold tooth

hoping the security guard doesn't hold you in custody

but luckily had a couple of guns with me

like gay step mom

none of you motherfuckers can fuck with me