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"Either I rap this or I post a silly picture with a fatal glare
When I get money, I MUST STASH it like its facial hair
Get it? My rhymes are fucking hotter than a porn, bitch
I got a horn, bitch dip it in your vagina with some corn chips
I’ll sweat like, I’m fucking you on a hotplate
And make you release Ade-no-zine tri-phos-phate
ATP, from the glycolysis in respiration
To the citric acid cycle and oxidative phosphorylation
It’s how a cell breathes, Meysell, it shows how they like us
And they throw Parties in the USA with Tammy, Miley Cyrus
Just kidding, parties are demonic and I’m liable
To go straight to Hell, but I just base this on the Bible
But my chakra is stocked up, religion? HAHAHA
ROMA, RO MAMA, DEAD AS HISTORY OH LALA
I get mo’ cheddar than pizza, ‘cus homie, I flow sick
Your rhymes get flushed down the toilet like they was a goldfish
OH SHIT, don’t talk up or you’ll get sprayed with a clip
And get chalked up, while I’ll be getting’ laid like a brick
And the money I’m getting, I spend half on my dogs, dude
And buy ‘em food that makes ‘em say RYE RUV YOU
Please don’t blubber, you’re likely to freeze and stutter
You’re like a dinosaur eating chocolate chip ice cream and peanut butter
IMAGINARY, which is why I’m shittin’ on your glimmering eyes
Then open your cunt, and shit into your whispering eyes
And Tumblarity? FUCK, MAN, I’VE HAD IT WITH THIS SHIT
IF YOU DROP ONE MORE TIME, I’M BLASTIN’ IT WITH PISS
BITCHES, HOES AND MILK DUDS, WHAT THE FUCK IS TUMBLR THINKING
I wish I could clone myself with DNA replication
And fuck Tumblr staff with my clone, and show ‘em double penetration
Post it on my blog, an explosion so global
It’ll get mo’ notes,
…than Marissa Nystrom’s marriage proposal!"
