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Bars so hard that you would swear they're iron-cast
Kinda rhymes like metalface, kinda looks like Ira Glass
Always thinks he's taking shots but he be firing blanks
And he ain't stopping till he got a show like Tyra banks

He's slumped over watching sundance and oscar noms
So his posture's wrong like the hunch back of notre dam
Looks like quasimodo everytime he doze off, so soft
Needs a fucking chaser for his zoloft,

He likes to brag his alter ego's undefeatable,
Chomping his ranch doritos and eating his beef burrito bowls
Eating pizza rolls,
He spit harder than a season-old piece of coal frozen in the freezing cold

Too broke to have a car, so he lease a van
His life always ends up fucked like he's Lisa Ann
But check my sound cloud bruh I need a follow
Internet detective, browse strong like I'm Frida Kahlo
No sex, zero head like I'm sleepy hollow
Start strong, then I lose like I'm creed, apollo
I start strong then I lose like I'm Rocky II
Start strong then I lose like Iraqi Troops

He cut ahead like beheadings at the ISIS site
And cut the fat like Drew Carey on the price is right
Twice a night, he has an existential crisis
Cause he can barely see the fucking picture on his drivers license
Yeah, he's kind of fucked up in head
Except for when his doctors got him drugged up on the meds
Tucked straight into bed in his blue hospital robe
That's why he's got a.45 and duct tape in the shed
That's why he climbs the brooklyn bridge, tries to jump but hope he doesn't
While his frontal lobe be buzzing off the fucking robitussen
He likes to meditate by dockside views
In his van while inhaling the monoxide fumes
Too broke to have a car, so he lease a van
His life always ends up fucked like he's Lisa Ann
But check my sound cloud bruh I need a follow
Internet detective, browse strong like I'm Frida Kahlo

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