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i script smarmy bars, you try to do the same to trouble dude,
and lifes a bi*** at mardis gras she'll flash right in front of you,
theres not a track that my train of thought wouldn't tunnel through,
my brain assaults a beat and gets a f***ing cue to make fun of you,
every line is like I stuffed a few shells in the twelve gauge,
pumped em in your stomach till the swelling makes your belt break,
I sell hate with a well placed f*** you,suck a dick dog,
Get ya lip crossed,For talking sideways like Jim Ross,
Nowadays aybody say they holding glocks ups,
Without Juice,nobody cares,like a molemen roster,
Im so improper,but u cant blame me though,
Cuz I aint friendly in real life,and u expect different on a radio?,
F*** it, im from a different era,
Back when niggas killed for getting chedda, now they smearing they maskera,
But im here and all the errors from my peers’ll get erased,
And It’s a quick fix from eric, all my peers’ll get erased,
Cuz it appears im out place, and at a disadvantage,
for some reason im more concerned with rapping than I am with fashion,
on how a pattern matches on a page on not a hat,
and relay the rage I have inside to serenade a track.
I stray from the backpack, be proud I found a savior,
Employed by Dunder Mifflin cuz im all about the paper,