At first I was scared, but then I found out that we both liked TV and we both loved food.
I was scared, but then I found out that we both liked TV and we both loved food.
That mic is mine and you can't get it back.
That mic is mine and you can't get it back.
That mic is mine and you can't get it back.
That mic is mine and you can't get it back.
My style is heinous material, with the face of a club seal, and the look of a special kind of cool.
The smile of my style is all protruding gums, and see the size of chicklets.
Some pieces.

A jacket and some a half shoe.
Ah, what an alien.
A family of strings in its mouth, like a barracuda that fit on metal.
The style of my smile is four shades ugly.
Suffering halitosis, swelling like unwashed anal beads.
The ass of myself sprouts like a fountain, that deprecates ecstasy.
We lazy.
We lazy.
My style is 420 caliber boat tail spritzer.
Out the side of your head looks like a anthill, like it was blasted.
Like.
I was blasting Black Sabbath, the wizard, and my boombox
Rabbits get shredded like guitars, and I'm silly, she rot
Maggots on beasts, like rotten meat Interpussing it, they won't breathe
My style, mortuaries, these dingleberry Impersonator, mic fakers
GMO, food made and magnified Manufacturers of pesticide
Give them a crumb and they well fed Because of equality on the internet
Interracial dating, racism is dead Ain't that right, bruh?
Hip-hop gonna start, God's disturbing this dumb *
Occupy and ostracize all of this dumb * I can't be the only one fed
up with this dumb * Drop Obama, white phosphorus on them like Israel
Claiming they're defending themselves Ignoring the screams of Palestinian children
screaming for help Rappers bow for hereafter
Hatred, a lattice of heat, who laughs laughter A bask in the aroma of melancholy
Hope floats, but there's a hole in the O Corporate obscuring visibility
Aiming a laser at the cockpit of MCs Live in stereo
We lazing We lazing
We lazing We lazing
We lazing We lazing