You fell off like the devil on my left hand shoulder
My right eye is closed because i am not f**ing sober
And imma live my life until it's over
Underachiever legacy k** bars like gacy -
Wayne - john, pilgrims
Ted bundy's jealous of me
Because i have restraint to slap a b**h in the face
With my dick instead a knife
Im kidding not even my wife
Would touch me even if she was
Super f**ing custy
Cuz i'm an ugly motherf**er
Money motherf**er
It's what i breathe, what i bleed
What i need i simply give too many f**s
I couldn't give another one
All about my family
Is what the opposite of me would say
If i was raised a little more
Compa**ionate
Maybe, then I would
f**, nevermind
And now I'm back, f** a chorus
Lyricist, call me Horace
And she's gorgeous with those huge eyes
But she only falls for cute guys
Here i am, my pimple ridden face
My tree trunk f**ing legs
Guarantee i'll f** up your day
And make it rain like hell
Inside your puny brain
There's no other way, to say it
You f*ggots couldn't ever reach
My level on the top floor waiting in a cop car
For my mom to pick me up and drive me to the corner store
So i can beg a shady customer
To buy me *lighter sound
Some f**ing next reds
My only addiction will slowly smoke me to my d**h
But i truly don't care
d**h is part of life
I don't know how rhyme
Introverted nerd with a tendency to listen to birds
Chirp like hockey players pack bombs, gay like mayerrrrr, john
Saying the names formally nothing you'd see online
And twitter's got me going "Uh-Oh" time to bring on the slime
Im horrible at starting new verses
k** a fly and put in the hearses
Raping nurses, burpin, slurping slushies
'leven seven
Started smoking, and now im f**ing rapping
So i guess i'm just another kid from oshawa
Rest in peace to big and many other fallen soldiers
But many emcees today could grind you up like folgers
I like the instant sh** but i have too much patience
And as i write these rhymes im procrastinating history papers
To tell you the truth
I'm the stupidest genius you'll ever meet
But you could never tell by my lyrics or beats
All i know's i'm staying away if you stay strapped with a piece
b**h
Keep ya company till bowls smoked, kid
St-st-st-stutter on the beat
Probably cuz of the tree
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