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they're so hot
Yo last album sound like Kidz Bop
Yo last hit was a time hop
And you wonder why all the hype stopped
You write raps that shit's soft
I pop

from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams

tonight they're eating thoughts and prayers

Racism, Misogyny, uhh, Kidz Bop
By that mean bopping kids, not the music albums
But the act of, uh, molesting

get shot, you gettin' picked off
Rick Ross big soft, got that AK, let that shit pop
No Kidz Bop, get shot, get popped, get robbed, get lost
Big rocks,

get shot, you gettin' picked off
Rick Ross big soft, got that AK, let that shit pop
No Kidz Bop, get shot, get popped, get robbed, get lost
Big rocks,

a support group for people who give up careers to write Christmas music. That was a party of one. My only other coworker was my dog Toby. And as my own boss,

Accompaniment to illustrious vibration
The Kick-drum let's the snare pop
That boom-bap makes your head bop
To the musical melodies synthesized by the key
Bored

a shitty-ass stock tip
New album comin out the workshop, kid
Mary Christmas to the homies and the blockheads
And the blockheads
Especially them

You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J M E
I do what I want, I'm free free free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album

Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck

Move your big head ass out the way nigga the tick is on
I remember hearing this as a kid and I'd sing along
Now im grown seizmo flipped the shit

That was boneless
Till my sister kicked me out before
Christmas and I was homeless
Girl I ain’t mad at ya you
Know I love you the same
Cause all I did