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Wax Wings
04:12
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I don’t give a fuck, it’s all relative,
Hella kids try to call me out ‘cause I’m eloquent
Elephant, grey skin abrasions something bout melanin
Donkey Kong talk, and the honkeys-tonk elegant
Desolate rhetoric, politic veterans
Bedouins, but I’ll still better than ‘em
Pacman Jonesing for pill pops better stop and take your medicine, yum
Self esteem pedagogy put it all on a pedestal, fun
Smash a rental and run, no gas, leave it in the ghetto, gun
In the glove box, backseat stainless smang it and fuck off
Baby name it Seamus and guffaw, just don’t be brainless good god
Suddenly man it’s cool to be literate
Straight out the Bellagio acting belligerent
Your dick it’s bigger than mine, I think it’s a sign
Victimless crime, except for you,
Shoot up a school, everyone’s crying except for you
Supposedly stunning, all emotionally stunted
Like my daddy paddy wacked Dolph Lundgren in the stomach,
Watching Caddy Shack, Groundhog’s Day relive it till the ratings plummet
Gaining weight and wunderkinds, Wang Xiameg, Ramanujan
Apathetic generation gazing at the void like it’s buffering
Diet sierra mist, a heretic with a heritage
Derelict, broken window theory, call you parasitic
God damnit we’re Americans it’s fair as shit
Stick a lozenge in forget we’re bombing terrorists
It’s embarrassing, herding sheepszz like a shepherd
It’s hurting bearing these bonds but Barry still holds the record
How’d it go from Nina Simone, Otis Redding
To coldest winter cokeheads in a coastal setting
Flying Dutchmen shipwrecked on Reddit
Honus Wagner with cul-de-saccharine water treading
We pee on peons, terribadders tearing bladders
Herrings of the red persuasion, Chekhov’s gun is so distracting
Dang namnit I’m rabid ya silly rabbits
This summer evening it’s hunting season Bugs is on the blacklist
No carrot and a stick I’ll tear your larynx with my dick
Stick a lozenge in forget we’re bombing some terrorists
God damnit we’re Americans, determinism isn’t real
Fuck poor people satire doesn’t have Mass Appeal
Love Guru goody two shoes Mike Myers for hire
Scooby Doo dudes it’s Halloween I’ll slash your tires
Pacifier, Beez in the trapper keeper with a bag of reefer
Yabba dabba doo have Reeses Pieces and a visa
Please sir, could I have summore, ET can’t afford
Eating casserole from the gas and go, edit out the gunlore
Heavy-handed metaphors, yo Gabba grab the glory
Bask in poor peeps eating Baskin Robbins watching Maury
Real trial William Hung jury
William Tell me this, it’s overt, sure
If I died tomorrow would the world be over?
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Skinny Love
05:32
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Dr. Mortimer Granville
02:41
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WHYUMADTHO
02:14
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why you mad though, I'm an asshole, isn't that dope
crackerjack rapper with a smack of jack daniel's
time to get cancelled, go and make a laniard
end up in a land fill, this isn't summer camp fool
damsel in distress, end up unimpressed
underdressed for this flesh that we peel off
reel off all the reasons why you feel off,
keel over, talking bout hats and shoes
bruises, black and blue, that'll have to do pig,
another trussed up new kid never trust a cool kid, stupid
obsessed with self esteem, the self is teeming with scars that make us human
deuces and bruised hips, as useless as loose lips
that sink ships, I sink putts and fuck big BUTTS
and plus I don't blush when I talk about it
everybody lies to you, want to talk about it?
block it out or blog about it, tucker out or duck around it
fuck around and cuckold a clown without a cloud in the sky
lonely luck of the draw don't be proud to be smiling
if you're wilding you should be, last name two shoes first name goody mob,
grab some concrete sneaks put a hoodie on
could be armed, don't know if I should be awed
woe be gone hoes be gone, light side, obi wan
tenuous links that pass as metaphors, drake
what kind of rapper's never tried purple drank
what kind of rapper's never even gotten paid
I don't know about the rapture i'm not tryna get saved
wait, go shorty it's your death day,
sip bacardi till we get faded,
mayday, mayday, it's may 5th,
cinco de mayo that's some shit you don't play with
hey chick, waitress, I feel strangely violated
check please lest these testees get ungracious
lil b i'm the basedest, or the bestests,
don't get restless, or be saying what I said bitch
straight outta easy street, jeezy pete
don't give a fuck if you see me weep
I be bleeding in eden eating ambrosia
soldier of the dvd's what.fm sold ya
hold up, I'm a soldier, bout to blow up
j. cole ain't know what happened when I show up
why you mad though.
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lackadaisical laxative, say that i'm the shit that shit is passionless
and overplayed won't complain though, just put an asterisk
next to my name because I plagiarize half my shit
lecherous as lazaras, which to my knowledge is not that much
but then my knowledge is not that much, smoked half a blunt
like half a month ago, so yeah probably dude I gotta go
failings impossible it's a synch like kim possible's obstacles
professor mcgonagall couldn't stop my rhyming skills
or my ramen noodle makin skills, this is nonsensical
but I could be in Mensa tho, you might be in menopause,
you should go get tested yo, is there even a test for those
I don't even effin know, mario, letsa go
knock hockey, best of four, or five dope,
eyes wide closed hive mind in a gold mine on his hind toes
if you know what that means, please let me fucking know
but it's got an undertone, with dirt under toe
I'm current like an undertow, I don't even fuckin know
sound like an amateur because my rhyme scheme is off
ima be a bleeding heart teacher with a piece of chalk
got blood on my typewriter, i'm a dirty hipster
quoting hemmingway, write until you've got blisters
white lighting because black lightning was too scary
and it wouldn't really light up shit, but whose counting
the only person with grills should be the tooth fairy
YEAH. nigga i'll turn you red as a blue berry, YEAH
don't make me get my goon, terry
aka hulk hogan, but he's got a sex tape so he's out boning
going bowling like a detective in the 60s
I'll go get a tiger from, well…now it's just Sigfreid
it used to be this other dude too,
don't make me explode your brain like I was mew two
who do what you do, words like voodoo
speak urdo or don't, or hindu chop shit like mace windu
and kick through windows, bimbos with big 'fros
and big holes and rings on their big toes
don't fricken know, how to get to the kitchen, hoes
just kiddin i'm with feminism isn't it funny honey,
the beat claps like your meat flaps and I relapse with cunning honey
fasting, rap thing with a nasty wit
call me the hunger artist kaufka can grab a dick
say justice is just us, than say fuck it
and throw the dumb shit under the bus
and cuss, and roughhouse till a gun goes bluh blow
and cuts down the dude throwing rocks in the crowd
right in the crown, it's a little ironic, right
might be a coincidence I never know the difference
another drunken belligerent calling women
cunts and wondering where his women went
I got so many bars you should call me an irishman
get really stereotypical when I drink Heineken
i'm an impeccable specimen, if you're studying peccable specimens
like if you were a bird scientist or some shit
you'll get it when you're high, i'm high as a ditch
click clack on the trick track as we kick back
call my dick whiplash, cuz it hurts people
don't know about ernie but i'm sure as shit burt's evil
fucking pigeons are nasty ass things
fucking fucking rats with nasty ass wings
just kidding I don't have convictions that'd be uncool
or maybe now it'd be kinda cool, times change I'm a fool
but fools were the shit in shakespeare
you don't know shit over compensate and shake your spear
all I do is fuck bitches get Monet, all I do is fuck bitches get Monet
dude was a great painted okay?
say dope say yo say doh, if you say so
i'm an odyssey if you're Homer than i'll mold ya like play dough
we don't play though, hey yo hey ya
outkast, sorry ms jackson, your daughters kinda fat though
something something something the point is I'm an asshole
i'm like kendrick lamar asher roth and das racist mixed with asimov
never backing off, check those references i'm so cool
so self aware, you wish you thought of this first
generation self aware, colder than winter
and maybe this is all an excuse for me to be lazy when I write raps
too meta for you, think it's time for a night cap, night 'captain
(pause) no i'ma fight back and rap till the song fades out
or breaks down, or whatever it is that songs do
this was my attempt to relate to you
this was my attempt to relate to you
when I think of a better ending i'll page it to you
BITCHHHHHHHHHHHH
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7. |
The High Road
03:49
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8. |
Charlie Brown Christmas
02:32
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9. |
First Day of My Life
05:08
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Ride out, sunset.
03:31
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12. |
(memories) (feat. Prome)
03:06
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Wisdumb New York, New York
we really outheere
two kids from nyc. all we do is rap and not rap. that's like all we ever do.
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