Ride Out, Sunset.
Wisdumb
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Hop up on that horse's back, throw some quarter back Ride off in that sunset, looking like a quarterback Caught up with a quart of Jack, quarter bad bitch Flip a quarter and court her courses in my last ditch Effer blast it like it's semen on the ceiling and cement Wheeling from the feeling of being the best re-ject American or not, killer as some chicken pox Thriller bigger than his britches, but still jizzing in his socks Willy Lynch should give him props, he'd get shot and deserve it This irked him, found the birds and bees and burned them Third degree circus freak looked at me, I murked him Barked up the wrong tree, gollee, I'm just purging My search engine for mentioning the sick shit I get up to Betting I'm a bedoin, you don't like me? Then f*ck you Bedoin in the best of them, that shit's priceless Little did she know I'd write a diddy, it'd go like this Who am I? You don't even fucking know Who am I? You don't even fucking know Who am I? You don't even fucking know Killing them, thrilling them, willing them to stop it Billing them, feeling them, manilla as a mosh pit Chilling in the brothel, the cost will accost you Gosh dude, gosh boo who the f*ck are you? It's noon, feeling lousy watching the sun move Base my shit on Bukowski and Sungtu, and Wu-Tang So Kung-Fu dumb fool, bucktooth? F*ck you! The crux of my justification is 'F*ck you' I don't even know, leaving hoes with leaking holes As freakish goes, I just freaking pose It's scary, commit harikari and bury my berries In some fairy's dairy air, very rare Shout to my homophobes everywhere Grin like the Crimson Chin, grid lock and load Pockets full of fingers on the pulse and pot to roll F*ck with my joints, these instrumentals are priceless Head bumping to exploit an existential crisis Who am I? You don't even fucking know Who am I? You don't even fucking know Who am I? You don't even fucking know Pee on peons with no preamble Ramble, rapping, rascal, damn yo Sipping brandy, Marlon Brando mixed with cassimo Brandish branded spittin's like shitting out some castor oil Cackle on my Cassio, leave Jesus with his casket closed Make the Catholics go, "I don't like this rapping joke" Drop and roll, cocky motherfucking cockroach With a crocodile smile, cock it, lock and load Rocking Ray Bans, Ray Crock with a spray tan Been the man all the way back to my great gramps Serrated words, grated and graded on a scale Of one to hanus, plagerism's my face Schism's a favor written on my playlist My abyss is underrated, yours is overplayed with So f*ck you anonymous adversary, your shit is dated Self deprecating maven, made in America A clerical error without a prayer or a predator
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