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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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