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Make a rap? You've got to be a little more specific, and
please take glance at what you've wrote, doesn't it seem significant
a lack of structure just invites a lot of bold assumption
But that bold assumption's scumptious, let me have a little Luncheon
That 12-8 buffet, lyrics piled on my plate
Used to be a fatty then I tried to drop the weight-
hating self-image problems, see I'm perfect as I am!
Bout to drop that heavy bomb, for the record grab a cam
My virulent persona's even worse than that ebola
One taste and you're bedridden, the cure is to take a whole-lot
Of steps back, from my attack, jacked in the mic.
Might take some steps back myself... PSYCHE
I rap about whatever strikes my fancy at the moment,
If my words offend you then, I must say, "Gomen!"
Diplomacy's preferred, over self-aggrandization
Be patient, and I'll let it loose, shaking harder than a Haitian
Probation on myself, for making that cruel reference
I'll redact it, if that better suits your preference.
I got you again! I'm redacting none of it,
I'm already at the helm, got that throttle, gunning it
Running my mouth, like my words are so important,
Like I'm gonna save the universe, the new Flash Gordon
But in all reality, my life ain't that remarkable
Some people have trees full of gifts, I only got a stocking-full
Of half-remarkable trinkets, but who cares I want more
Like a red-headed step-child on the sea-floor
Open the door when you leave, my lines made it hot
And air conditioning is something I don't got
On the spot now, we're in the last home stretch,
Time to run my mouth a little more, like a stupid betch
The catch is, you thought this was flaminglog, NOPE.
I'm a damn good mimic, better than you'd even hope.
please take glance at what you've wrote, doesn't it seem significant
a lack of structure just invites a lot of bold assumption
But that bold assumption's scumptious, let me have a little Luncheon
That 12-8 buffet, lyrics piled on my plate
Used to be a fatty then I tried to drop the weight-
hating self-image problems, see I'm perfect as I am!
Bout to drop that heavy bomb, for the record grab a cam
My virulent persona's even worse than that ebola
One taste and you're bedridden, the cure is to take a whole-lot
Of steps back, from my attack, jacked in the mic.
Might take some steps back myself... PSYCHE
I rap about whatever strikes my fancy at the moment,
If my words offend you then, I must say, "Gomen!"
Diplomacy's preferred, over self-aggrandization
Be patient, and I'll let it loose, shaking harder than a Haitian
Probation on myself, for making that cruel reference
I'll redact it, if that better suits your preference.
I got you again! I'm redacting none of it,
I'm already at the helm, got that throttle, gunning it
Running my mouth, like my words are so important,
Like I'm gonna save the universe, the new Flash Gordon
But in all reality, my life ain't that remarkable
Some people have trees full of gifts, I only got a stocking-full
Of half-remarkable trinkets, but who cares I want more
Like a red-headed step-child on the sea-floor
Open the door when you leave, my lines made it hot
And air conditioning is something I don't got
On the spot now, we're in the last home stretch,
Time to run my mouth a little more, like a stupid betch
The catch is, you thought this was flaminglog, NOPE.
I'm a damn good mimic, better than you'd even hope.
