Sucka emcees get off my tip
on a regular basis, they appear
to have gripped that there's no benefit
to them being on there. How
many sucka emcees can fit?
I DON'T CARE I drop beats
into bins like a neat freak
on a clean binge. I know that sounds
like my beats is garbage. They is
I mix
dope ass tracks across the carpeted floor
like a dog with an itch in the rear,
I scoot scoot on the fuzzy patoot
with my tail trailing my behind
toot toot
GALORE
I find much cause for rhyme, so much
all the time, I keep reason off-leash
running wild and fine, I spit
whole beach's-worths of coarse-grained
sand. Well of course I do.
I'm a freak in the land
of the free! I speak brave bold words
I've made, calling for bold times
this week, hoping some parade
might come through to celebrate
my reign
otherwise I'll just stay indoors
with my pain. I hope
all my sweet peeps
can hang in there, yo
I know how hard it is
not as hard as me, though
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