I thought this dude was a rapper, man Yo, Peter ParkerĀ“s scared to rap Ayy, D, fuck it, man Ayy, letĀ“s make a beat from scratch
Fuck this nigga
Wait Allow me to tell yĀ“all what IĀ“m Ā“bout Like a dinner you got reservations, but IĀ“m Ā“bout to eat up all the doubt Hey, come on, IĀ“m a flower let me sprout Looking like IĀ“m straight out of Comic-Con, scrawny don Hungry Ramadan, my mama wrong She donĀ“t think I got a job, but IĀ“ma make great cheese like Parmesan IĀ“m hardly on But the rent paid Ā“cause you know that pussy flow good, I menstruate If we got off on the wrong foot like Bengay ItĀ“s because IĀ“m higher than a bitch, menĀ“s pay
Rappers thinkinĀ“ that they hot Blow your nose motherfuckers, itĀ“s not I ainĀ“t never fought a man in my life I have only slept with four different girls Still, you can get it though, get every crevice, though Come on some chicken, like fresh mozzarella Hella good ebonics, I think like a comic My females got bombs on they body like they were Jihadists And my libido is scary like Magic Johnson near mosquitos, hmm IĀ“m tactical, IĀ“m back and forth From acting dull to rapping for you Attracting lore in the faction form, when the trackĀ“s recorded ItĀ“s about to put me on the racks like a fashion store
I just want a girl let me hit it on a work day I donĀ“t think my dick has grown at all since the first grade IĀ“ma get the cake with my gifts like a birthday Separate it with my lines like two lanes I donĀ“t want a Grammy, bro, I got two and they fairly old Stay with more bars than a graph, IĀ“m on top of the class Hop in the bath with a bad little lady with ass IĀ“m making her laugh, the neck like a baby giraffe Shaking it fast, making it last, haters are mad, saying IĀ“m bad ItĀ“s like an eighth grader training a class, itĀ“s crazy and blasphemous IĀ“m Ā“bout to break Ā“em in half, IĀ“m making my path
IĀ“m waiting on my break like a cast Somebody get a boy a gig, he got drive and flash Like a flashdrive
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