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expert texpert, man, i do the best work
went to the fest, all i got was this fest shirt
so many jokes, you could call me the jester
so much pasta, call me spaghetti western
creepypasta, unexpected guest, sir
who was phone, god? 3 semesters
couldn't be bothered, couldn't be pestered
to finish more than that, yo, people think i messed up
maybe i should fess up, maybe i should dress up
melatonin, nyquil, ambien, lunesta
you say you got bars, i'm not impressed, jerk
you might be the best, but me, i'm even bester
uncle fester, uncle lester
lester bangs, new musical express, uh
alert the investors, officer, arrest her
bernie made off with some, i made off with the rest, ah
The middle rapper, spittin' that simple pitter patter as a half ass attempt to make a little splash, belittle swag/
an ass backwards prick postin' pics as the piss trickles down my calve, on my instagram hash tag "is this swagger"/
Lips are chapped from temperatures similar to winter in Nevada, inserted into your granny like a urinary catheter/
Certainly it's scary how these nursery rhymes raised the wrath of the rapture now enough of that sir onto greener pastures/
Scorin' dead presidents, talkin' george Jefferson's, only four Benjamin's, can't afford rent with it/
Corny with the penmanship, if you're judging it, take the fucks I give as evidence, to court and we'll settle /
It's a known fact I'm a nomad, so I'm never settlin', cromag, crawling in caves holes and crevices/
Low class smoking regs, resins, oregano, lettuces, and other spices with friendly white residents/
remember this rhetoric, y'all hens and penguins when, I stay fly like a pack of pigeon and pelicans/
people always askin dirty, how you rap so good,
hungry, tired, uninspired, I'm a gastro bot
Nah secretely I'm asher roth plus an astaroth
spendin cash a lot do math alot
it's the good kid in a dumb city, king cobra 1 fitty,
very special no pity, girls love that I'm so pretty
three apples hello kitty, I'm who you love, bo diddly, so giddy at the
show that he might takes of his clothes quickly
bringin it down like a stick up, fuck a show down, dont show up
writing a lot of raps so what, dont throw up though I'm so drunk
yall shits weaker than a volume of punk goes crunk
all shrimp and white wine like i'm the boys of the beaver
savin shit like inca garcilaso de la vega
distinguished latin prose writer you could call me cesar
this aint even my final form yet, you could call me frieza
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