Machiavellian

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Stock is Machiavellian
Gin got 'em embellishing
They fear to fall to hell cause there's no spirits left to follow them
Hollow grin, I just sell a smile to get ahead
Underneath the sheep skin I'm Walter White go tell a friend
Go get a discount, on my high horse then dismount
This sound, chopped like cheese to please the hen house
Cooking birds took a verse out my bread Ezekiel
The first and third letters: It's E-Z to keep it Even keel
Man I make the preacher kneel
Start calling (Colin) Kaepernick
Messi politics, my magic act is back with hats and tricks
It's clear you lacking sticks, Boy Scout the match is tipped
This film gon' get you fired go retire bitch, I flipped the script
Cancel the pilot old tweet the show is over, done
Feel like the chosen one with these poems and flows I've brung
I need a dietician my mission is high fission
Be quiet listen eating live pigs with the side missin'
My lines drive guys from hives, goodbye tenants
Prison transfer on the plane, now that's a fly sentence
Go cry and grimace laugh in secret, you a quiet joke
Got as much respect as the calories in a Diet Coke
Bloke
Take a sip of the truth you choke
Spending culture currency but currently you baroque
Here's a quote
This whole damn rap game is a hoax
Seeing the Grammy pansy nannies chatting up a ghost, BOO
What's scarier than mainstream bloated water weight
"We the best music" that lies bigger than Watergate
Wait, I hardly ate, just bake 'em soft as chewy cake
This substitution no delusions make them all hallucinate
No stranger to losing weight
Drop 50 pounds geometry problem, I'm too in shape
Chewing grapes, turn my jaw into a winery
Finally, age with time primally
Laced with old soul so I'm a shoe-in mate
Feeling human rage
Fresh bars call me the new inmate
So who's to blame
My blues striking harder than the Calvert-Lewin game
My club's Everton, my buds brethren
They loyal so the team gon' get a stake (steak) in my bread like beef wellington
Georgia grown straight off a peach tree
My flavors Gordon Ramsay elite, your dish is Petrie
There's a few who like to shoot around
Some shoddy blame
They do nothing but whine (wine) full time
But none Sommeliers
Good gosh golly I need a proper name
Stop the train before I'm deserted at Betty Crocker's age
Go on and lock the cage Vye for a King's throne
Royally screwed T.J. Hockenson
How I caught the blame
Game stops so stocK can game

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