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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
Singeing your fucking arm
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 drool and chew aluminum
Blue 'Preme overalls
Jump when the Goombas come
From where you should run
From where the shooters come
Out for cheese with a studio
It's like a gouda run, it glues to us
Shouts to pigeons that I flew amongst
Mouth deliver poop
It's spouting mucus from it's stupid tongue
Alpha male, got the chickens looser than
His cruising trucks losers get a Kuma Punch
Keep it moving like a puma's lunch
(Thanks James) and I'm back
Bye