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They want to hear good freestyling with of Woody Allen
Their own oil rigs
They're just some spoiled who I must aim to please
And so I'm dipped in a vat
And you know this town is a tourist
Run by entertainment industries and the
Selling the brain freeze
This year I'm
I'm on the Channel
I'm smiling and reading my parchment of
I talk of the man and of the promised land
But I'm insincere and make the Marxists
My was a jar of lit bulbs
I to make viewers carsick at shows
But now I'm easily the most compromising
Oh, it's hard to this harlot clothed
I network and do more schmooze
I licking toes
rappers smell like garlic cloves
But me, I'm smug and
Paid to appear at a set event
Companies my likeliness
Money, it my flighty fits
I wrote the great pop song stylized to my respective tiny niche

I wasn't to your shindig
I've got no one and a low slush fund
I never to ever win big
I never expected for you to my press kit

The attendance is always subpar when I at a club or bar
Why did I choose to do shit
I my career off a cliff in a flaming stunt car
So now I'm down a bottomless pit
But I'm to be optimistic
I spin microwaveable
But the prorates nothing
My arms are to cotton pick
Look at the poignant portraits in my sketch
Meaning and art exude with every brush
But my of revolution are futile threats
I'm so over sensitive my is bloodsoaked
I'll African dance and cast a voodoo hex while in your dorm spilling all the water
And count the stars in the nebula until a while selling you sticks of nag champa
I dumbfound in the shop
Looking Jean-Michel Basquiat
And kill gaudy pop with dirty laundry
Acting all
Leaving kids distraught
laughter when I'm telling jokes at your dead pool party
I am a of an exquisite corpse
I'll cry ten minutes in your wet tennis because I wasn't invited