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Self-loathing
Spittin' crowbars out the back of cars and shit
And acting like a klonopin
And switching up the moniker of artists arsonists

Knock-knock, it's prodigal pen-throttle, bitch
Popping like the top of a bottle of hot
harder than nine joggers with
Shin splints dodging an rhinoceros

Order me my waffles and me not, blogger
The option of being modest just walked to where my went
Ponder how we can holler then spit
Than Gotham at six bars in the genre then lick

At and miss nada, Volatile pig brawler
Is than lit parliament, send in your fucking army
In the lot of a Target, I'm targeted, piss-harboring
Heart dark as that thick parka I slip in

Holla if you've been a starter
Spartan kicking jocks and tossing salt at their Ed shit
Burning chops, talking shit, rocking 28's on a ship
So I could give a fuck the car you in, nigga

Drooling aluminum
Blue 'Preme overalls, jump when blues come
Some of you should run where the shooter's come
Out for cheese with a studio, it's like a run, it glues to us

Shouts to pigeons I flew amongst
Mouth deliver poop, it's spouting mucus from its stupid
Alpha male, got the chicken losing in his trunks
get a Kuma Punch, I'm moving like a puma's lunch

And I'm back.. bye