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are adjacent
I'm sick of seeing cats copy pasting the equation
No medication can fix this nauseation
And it's driving me crazy like Patrick Bateman

I'm

on your momma couch, living off your daddy rent
Know that 2k skill is high, but your manhood equal piss
I ain't tripping though, I mean who am I to judge

chase it, eat it
Huh, we do not chase em neither
Huh, used to walk by the Peaches
This life is a puzzle i'm putting together the pieces

and cool down a bit
All this heat on my head thought that im Chris Evans
Yeah in the human torch form not as Captain America
I do not play by the norms

a knife

Nightcore and Emo is all that I listened to
I just wish at the time I heard the songs with you

Visual Novel games
A lockdown in the rage
2000's

ever see what I'm facing
Raised by criminals more secrets than a freemason (shh)
It's a game of cats and dogs be chased or stay chasing
I was taught

And I make em for free
And I make em for me Showing off so you can see

The ego like Russ but my talent is immaculate Learning from the cats that was back

the audience
That's just how it goes man
That's just how it goes man
Adios! Adios


The big fisted, slick spliff twista
In this mighty jungle 
These cats are my

Energy made this one
BbyRez bitch
A.R.P. inna trunk, Ghost Glockly in my lap, two shots to the face, all you heard was
FAP, FAP

And I'm slidin' with

you know I don't fuck around, she knew I'm a marrero made so my
dick is bigger
The same niggas that was talking negative was never doing better, that's

Pet my bong, Smoked my cat
Got my ass attacked by rats
Played a show, band was trash
Momma smoked my secret stash
Left the band, They were pissed

from them myrtle lights
This cat named Murder Mike was Triff he's serving life
He got nine lives I heard he was murdered twice
Like the telephone game

(Koun$oul has no money)
Stab in the back
While I'm riding a cab
N the cat in the hat is a bitch
(Uh)
Riding so fast
That I fall on the dash
When I'm

delicate
Eastern and western shit
Fuck ya land bridge
Fuck what's wasted
There's this one girl called G she's a machine, respect Her like the green tea

(Yo)
(Bass)
(This song's called blank slate)
(Listen, SOLO)
I take a night on town and they throw a fit
Keep it ten toes down so they know I'm sick

If you wanna stay that's a mf fee
Bumpin mobb deep, part 2 not 3
In this benz 93, no wentz my style ain't free
Copy cats Dr. Seuss wrote all of his

gotta say it again
I used to rap back in past just had a paper and pen
I used to fuck this one hoe she gotta baby up in
And it's not by me thats not my

hennessy

Half drunk bottle of henny on the back seat,
Parked up picked up a twenny by where the cats fiend,
Rolled up to the event should come and catch me,

and he'll do it for free
Like
Bitch it's my g day and we gettin lit
You know I'm in fashion juss look at the fit

That bitch is a thot and she tryna get right

we're getting turnt
Finna go berserk (Crazy Crazy)
Better tread lightly, might end up on the shirt
No matter what it is, me and youngins pop out, Nick

cracked out to be
And that life hits harder than a couch and weed
And not everyone you talk to is tryna see you succeed
But shit man that's fine by me
My

In the the wind
We'll just keep spitting in our faces
At this pace
Greazy gears
Mechanize our decimation
Human junk machine
I estimate
The end is near

Damn, yeah, these niggas can't fuck with me
Where should I go
I want him to understand what paradise really is
Credit of Jacks, touch, thank God for

You're a cat
That's all I look for in a friend
I've got your back
And you don't have to have mine
Cuz when my landlord says
'Your rent is 2 months