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can i say something? yeh, something, uh, i don’t give a f-ck if i become king, nah, i just wanna slut with a tongue ring for a fun fling, where she sucks on my nuts like a dumpling

yeh, i just wanna numb things, but the radio’s only wanting the fun things, imagine they see me on a three-week rum-binge, mumbling, like a dumb c-nt tryna hump things

yeh, it’s a bad look i may say probably why my dad took a vacay, left through the door, i guess i got less than i rooted for, like a fat hooker’s payday, every time i rap good and make waves, all these fakes say that shouldn’t gain praise, what a whack sook, he just rambles to prosper, pan full of lobster, that cook ya cray-cray

put your mac-book away mate nobody cares, bet you got nobody hairs, you act so snobby ‘coz you basically have no hobbies, just making these tracks nobody shares

not aware of the hill i hopped i go harden, ’till i flop, yeh, still i drop, better records than anyone in the scene does, i don’t need drugs for the sk!ll i got, the pill i pop’s the booth, when i drop the noose its like shakespeare day-rate dr. suess, i got some shoes to fill with rap, fill the gap, like i got seduced by a prostitute who lost a tooth

now i get lots of views, lots of dudes -ssume, i went a ? blue, that’s not the truth, just because i never remember your mum’s name, doesn’t mean i forgot my roots

hahahaha, f-ck you, i’ll f-ck your fiancee at your bucks dude, with a dust-broom, as i’m yelling f-ck grooms, while i bust two nuts, would give a f-ck, but i’m just too nuts to, do i cuss too much dude? should i just do stuff you can just do drugs to, i’m already a bit looney mate, to hallucinate, i don’t a need to munch through mushrooms

what the f-cks new, i’m a super-villain, i can prove when i’m sitting in an uber chillin’, if the driver enjoys it for a sec then i get all these voices in my head saying you should k!ll him, you should fill him with knife wounds and gl-ss, link ’em up to your itunes and laugh, there’s no telling what you might do in the right mood, die too and you’ll fly through the charts!

that’s jordy, a tad gorey, i won’t bore you all with his back-story, but, just know when the, murders begin, that its certainly him, who buries the scr-ps for me, the jack saw me, d-mn that’s awkies, plan 40 sam, hack saw me, now hide your weed, inside of that grape bag, what’s it say on the f-cking name tag ‘corby?’

ugh, i’m a man of sin, i plan a win, and brand your skin, then jam it in the bin like a mandarin, no standard limits, standing a chance with this champion, so hand this man some cans of gin, and just wait ’till the rants begin, as i’m standing in pamela anderson’s mansion, rambling, kid rock better put the ransom in, dog

when it comes to depressed fat kids, i confess, i’m the ? lived, in this stress rap biz, i’m the saviour that came from above, you’re as fake as the love that a step-dad gives

i don’t know what a set-back is, even if i’m less active, and i get slack with shredding tracks and instead smash piss, i resurrect quicker than my ex had kids, i’m a beast

even though i’m open and sobbin’, the flows that i’m droppin’, i jot ’em so these blokes that forgotten, they float to the bottom, so go and stick some c-ke in ya noggin, you be slipping up on the snow like you’re a broken toboggan

you don’t even need to know i’m plottin’, just know that its rotten, and has your mrs. ovaries throbbin’, i’m overly socking, and this ain’t even as gross as i’ve gotten, been untouchable, the moment that i rose from the coffin, so

whatchu gonna do to me, huh, whatchu gonna do to me, nothin’, i’m already dead inside, yeh, i’ve got immunity, what, whatchu gonna do to me, huh, whatchu gonna do to me, nothin’, i’m already dead inside, yeh, i’ve got immunity

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