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I got the lyrical tactic Banana split on my dick and clean it with napkins Metaphors attached to ur back kid But I'ma be a star like I'm Patrick Living under a rock That's where I'ma practice Teach my self schemes they intergalactic Some say it's a square I say it's elastic Some say it's unfair they way that I smash it I'm high in the air aperrently flaccid I'm teaching my last chick bout multisyllabics She's liking my tracks but I'm gunna trash it I'm bumping mob deep on the way to my classes Satisfied with nothing when nothing's established I'm satisfied af like I'm puffing the cabbage Ur stuck in a trance ur stuck with a trans bitch Ur bitch is a man that lives in Manhatten Shout out to my fans I'm feeling fantastic With rap I've done had light camera action If this shit is trash then give me some slack Cuz I wrote this in my car while driving in traffic