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Uh I don't know what to rap about
Most of y'all ain't rapping all you do is cap and shout
I'm getting tired of the bullshit that I tend to spout
Sometimes I fantasize about blowing my brain cells out

Rhyming orange orangutan with flying four inch razor blades
A hand grenade plus ray ban shades and human red sauce marinade
Degraded Gabe that's what they call me in bruiser brigade
Loser parade you're cruising for a verbal bruising raid

I'm feeling hazy and this beats driving me crazy
I'm not lazy I been working I swear I just tend to hate me
But right now i'm making less pennies than I would at JC
Maybe i'll just say f*ck it all so that y'all pay me

Ok wow like I don't what to say now
Pray to sacred cow that i find my own way now
More bodies than Mao buried underneath the playground
If this shit makes you upset good go away now

I'll write what I want no clever wordplay necessary
Nevertheless i'm very scary but i'm always wary
Of people who don't know me that are trying to repair me
Like you don't care g, just wanna see me in therapy

Sometimes I don't even really like my raps
Half the time I don't even know who writes my raps
Some people like to think that i'm playing some type of act
Honestly don't cross my psycho path i'll fight your ass

Not physically cuz physically i'm at a disadvantage
But when I bombard you with rhymes won't be able to stand it
Verbally assault you left in metaphoric bandage
Like pedo coaching little league won't be able to manage

That's all I got i'm bout to wrap it up like trojan
My raps are golden personality emboldened
Not withholding any details put it all out in the open
If you don't like it that's ok cuz i'm not joking