Self-loathing narcissist Spittin’ crowbars out the back window of cars and shit And acting like a klonopin binge-hardening And switching up the moniker of artists into arsonists
Knock-knock, it’s that prodigal pen-throttle, bitch Popping like the top of a bottle of hot JavaScript Rhyme harder than nine joggers with Shin splints dodging an ornery rhinoceros
Order me my waffles and bother me not, blogger The option of being modest just walked to where my father went Ponder how we can holler then spit darker Than Gotham at six bars in the genre then lick shots
At imposters and miss nada, Volatile pig brawler Is hotter than lit parliament, send in your fucking army In the parking lot of a Target, I’m targeted, piss-harboring Heart dark as that thick parka I slip markers in
Holla if you’ve never been a starter Spartan kicking jocks and tossing salt at their Ed Hardy shit Burning chops, talking shit, rocking 28′s on a rocket ship So I could give a fuck about the car you in, nigga
Drooling chew aluminum Blue ‘Preme overalls, jump when them blues come Some of you should run from where the shooter’s come Out for cheese with a studio, it’s like a gudda run, it glues to us
Shouts to pigeons that I flew amongst Mouth deliver poop, it’s spouting mucus from its stupid tongue Alpha male, got the chicken losing in his cruising trunks Losers get a Kuma Punch, I’m moving like a puma’s lunch
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