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I'm a trash panda, raccoon in a Dumpster We getting cash In Atlanta, blowing Balloons up in sumpter It must be a omen, cause it's like it's Prophecy I'm banging beats on a Roland, Watch my opps try to copy me There's nothing gully about you, your Not from the gutter You sputter what you utter cause you Mentally cluttered Essentially the stutter you corn on The cob shudders Putting margarine on the peas you Can't believe it's not butter You be stealing rappers lines trying To play them like they yours We listen to what's written on that Top billboard It Aught to be tele-prompted cause You plagiarize chords Like you reading from a script Overacting what you record Like you live it, you'll get span on Your pivot This bammer pneumatic hammer Spit Riveting rivets Let's revisit thee exhibit on this Spinners fidget On a Bold cold frigid Amputating his Digits Cause the rigid frost bite spikes Every time that I write Like a knight riding a mare day Dreams come to light Brighter than ultraviolet pilots that Like to burn sight Rebels who have learned the terms In turn will fight You can Picture me with black and White spots Cocking a blast cannon laser pistol Light shots Denim overalls fitted cap rocking Bright socks From the plastic with magic Dynamite rocks Being served from cap to stem yeah We back with them Till they hacking phlegm from that Cane and Able acronym The inebriated appreciated that it's Abbreviated Absconders feel guilty for fleeing When they deviated It's imperative that the narrative Gathers the additives With adjectives describing the vibe'n Collaborative's It's bad to live with the sad that gives Nothing back in return earning What's black when it burns I am exact with the terms until I'm Sacked in a urn Ashes shredded mixed with cash That hashed the concern Before gangster metaphor Punchline's I cornered a dunce once at lunch time With a nine I used to stunt now I Blunt to the mind When I hunt for the swine I just want To remind I'm Volcano Mt Vesuvius burning the Dubious With hot molten lava brass casing Uzi spit When computing numbers in red They salute encumbers who bled Slumber under the bed rain clouds Thunder them dead I start to Wonder who said the little Uh oh's they dread Written with number two pencils Even inking in lead You can Picture me with black and White spots Cocking a blast cannon laser pistol Light shots Denim overalls fitted cap rocking Bright socks From the plastic with magic Dynamite rocks Being served from cap to stem yeah We back with them Till they hacking phlegm from that Cane and Able acronym The inebriated appreciated that it's Abbreviated Absconders feel guilty for fleeing When they deviated The freedoms taken for granted Reality damns the planet You live in a fairytale, as if were Enchanted Let's kick out the passengers leaving Them all stranded You know The ones you can't stand For being underhanded I try to be candid but it's hard Working these personalities IT's infallibly the second most Analogy that's foul to be Depicted restricted salaries burn Calories And electrolytes to resurrect and Ignite the fatality Who Kitchen fed bed ridden, bitchen Having conniptions Fall back on the restriction the Schizophrenic addiction Sparks when money's low crypto Etched encryptions Digitized currency quadruple's Urgently Girls Take John money, catching Javelins in her cavern When drinking in the tavern popping Codeine with aspirin Ever been in need for weed you Probably smoke the seeds Thinking you get high but it leads to A uncontrollably feed You can Picture me with black and White spots Cocking a blast cannon laser pistol Light shots Denim overalls fitted cap rocking Bright socks From the plastic with magic Dynamite rocks Being served from cap to stem yeah We back with them Till they hacking phlegm from that Cane and Able acronym The inebriated appreciated that it's Abbreviated Absconders feel guilty for fleeing When they deviated If this twerp knew my work He probably pop a perk or two Jerks who like to smirk swallow air to Try to burp it through Their windpipe's especially if it's Labeled the thin type It's been hype, even what's written Will spin the stripes