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Coming with flow sicker than cinnamon
Sins but I'm living in
My sentences is so slick chicks think I slip it in
sh*t's getting thick when she pulling quick on my di*k
But that's wack rap my flow's gonna jizz over your penmanship
Educated from myself masturbated my brain
You don't get it
Then get out of my lane
I brought the rain now that rain gonna come this lamp city sh*t is sick like a bic to the spliff
And seeing some titty sh*t
I ain't new to this crap I'm like a Buddhist when I rap
But I'm skinny got that minimal fat my words
Splat your tracks master my tracks faster getting more views
So sign your record deal and go get more shoes
I don't give a f*ck about
Or even think about a style
That's my style is wild it to the eye
Than a f*cking guy screaming that he's sexy and he know it
I'm a b*tch rocking flannels and some jeans like a poet
So it's, f*ck a cosine
So what I'm lame because I rhyme and also a white guy
Somewhere in between six feet and six-five
Oh my spit is so fly go die if you ain't on my vocal sh*t I'm over it
Tried to get a tour together nobody was flowing it
Tried to get a session going nobody was smoking it
f*ck the rap game I run that sh*t from my basement
And make all these mother f*ckers look easy like it's some staples sh*t