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 boomboxRabbits get shredded like guitars, and I'm silly, she rotMaggots on beasts, like rotten meat Interpussing it, they won't breatheMy style, mortuaries, these dingleberry Impersonator, mic fakersGMO, food made and magnified Manufacturers of pesticideGive them a crumb and they well fed Because of equality on the internetInterracial 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 fedup with this dumb * Drop Obama, white phosphorus on them like IsraelClaiming they're defending themselves Ignoring the screams of Palestinian childrenscreaming for help Rappers bow for hereafterHatred, a lattice of heat, who laughs laughter A bask in the aroma of melancholyHope floats, but there's a hole in the O Corporate obscuring visibilityAiming a laser at the cockpit of MCs Live in stereoWe lazing We lazingWe lazing We lazingWe lazing We lazing