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gas up the rocket and lets launch from this pen and pad all the way to Jupiter so i can return to my home planet soon, earth is Heaven but i live in another warp zone just off to the side called the Jehovial moon, so watch me rig these flows up ina silver spoon and inject and infect everyone of these rap rhymes into the mind like the next movie premiere coming soon in theaters near you. you you you(echo off) what the hell jazzerabel lets make some music and eat and keep eating till theres nothing left of the rest and im using a toothpick to pick these lil varments from the crevices of my teeth, im the dolphin out at sea, im the sand shark hidden on the ocean floor near the coral reef, and when i strike like a serpent at the heal, you will try to strike me on the head,but in all that you will die still in the consumption of my poisonous and lyrical skills i just like i said another corps that mysterial disappeared and than in the middle of a desert found dead with a gunshot to your fuckin head, your a smuck just like i said, and needless to say im the Trap Jesus of the mindset of the God Head. you can bring armour, you can bring a sword, you can even bring a buckler with a shield, and then i will refine my core and heat it up my nuclear force field and nuke everything you see just to watch it become waste mutatated lika mutant freak discovered in the battlefield with an arm growing out of his back or something, (Red Lotus what were you saying?) oh ah nothing, just turn up turn down for what turn this club up and than burn it the fuck up, like showing your dick and balls to a heterosexual male whom didn't want to see none of all that lil man slut. oh not nothing. but fuck him well i skeet in his ass and use spit for lube like broke back mountain just before i loosing him up with my middle finger and butt fuck him. like i was heath ledger fucking boys for money, money for free, money for sucking, money for nothing money for porno if i really want to get super freaky or something something, nevermind all that i was just shitting on this mic like i was on the toilet dumping. than getting up and staying dirty in the game like i didn't change clothes,shower,or wipe my ass off or nothing. and get back on my hustle and flow and start with the algebratical eqaution of word and number crunching. qautum leaping thru the time warp tonight within all of my verbal inclinations of shaming and shunning all well i was going stupid lile lil wayne and going dummie, and if i was to die today then just wrap me up and throw me in a shallow grave like a fuckin mummy, and dont forget to tell your mommie to suck up my dead ass corps cuz i might still have some more dick cum Cumming of the sperm drop of the cool runnings of an m.c. to composed and well preserved to die without any kind of tru networth and money, so i wheel it all out in the barrel and fertilize the soils in the land of milk and honey and keeping it wet in handful of hugh Hefner's playboy bunnies. (boi eatng boing boing) cuz i eat carrots and im bugs bunny and like master splinter i just made another funny.Ha ha ha You just tell em Robert Lee rabbit is back, and i aint your magical bunny a magician just pulls up by the fucking ears up out of aberhams top hat, im the grandeur and golden sack like a leperchauns gold stash in a pot of gold under the rainbow somewhere far and beyond and out on acme acres somewhere way way out back, and its there you will find my paper stack, and once that you can suck my dick from the back and lick me right up the ass crack well i shit neck, and im out of here and i gotta go so can the waiter get the check. and on my way home drunk on wine qnd boose and nothing to loose i will smash into a telephone pole in ol fashion drunk and driving car wreck, throw my wife thru the passenger side of the windshield i will burn alive in the car and my wife will tumble the concrete all well breaking her fuckin neck,, dont drink and drive theres no greater than message than that, except maybe dont do crack, youll bump off everything after that, and than start carpet surfing and picking it outta of the carpet for an afternoon snack. (Red Lotus shit is wack) but yeah mothafucker all my musics Trap, and trap music aint crime it just traps it in the paint with the brushes upon the camvas of what real brain damage is, say hello to the warner brothers of the looney tune bitch, click alt delete with a glitch. and never tell the snitch, he will flip on you like a side winding bitch and a soup stirring and coniving ass wench, and everytime your backs turned the lawman will catch you in a pinch, and if you dont believe that everytime cindy lu gets abducted they quickly swoop up the grinch and all the stolen presents. and thats my examination of imagination and spiritual presence(message) (country cop voice)(curtains down theres something wrong with this dopefried clown get him out of here now and Barney five book him downtown)click shick chush(cell door closing) photo wirh a finger print. in a government more two faced than harvey dent. a horse shue perfectly bent. with no luck left in it. just a bucket damn Yankee music... and its an amish mans business. can i get a Jehovah witness. (i didn't see hear or speak nothing) hey hey hey where the monkeys. (the magi)
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gas up the rocket and lets launch from this pen and pad all the way to Jupiter so i can return to my home planet soon, earth is Heaven but i live in another warp zone just off to the side called the Jehovial moon, so watch me rig these flows up ina silver spoon and inject and infect everyone of these rap rhymes into the mind like the next movie premiere coming soon in theaters near you. you you you(echo off) what the hell jazzerabel lets make some music and eat and keep eating till theres nothing left of the rest and im using a toothpick to pick these lil varments from the crevices of my teeth, im the dolphin out at sea, im the sand shark hidden on the ocean floor near the coral reef, and when i strike like a serpent at the heal, you will try to strike me on the head,but in all that you will die still in the consumption of my poisonous and lyrical skills i just like i said another corps that mysterial disappeared and than in the middle of a desert found dead with a gunshot to your fuckin head, your a smuck just like i said, and needless to say im the Trap Jesus of the mindset of the God Head. you can bring armour, you can bring a sword, you can even bring a buckler with a shield, and then i will refine my core and heat it up my nuclear force field and nuke everything you see just to watch it become waste mutatated lika mutant freak discovered in the battlefield with an arm growing out of his back or something, (Red Lotus what were you saying?) oh ah nothing, just turn up turn down for what turn this club up and than burn it the fuck up, like showing your dick and balls to a heterosexual male whom didn't want to see none of all that lil man slut. oh not nothing. but fuck him well i skeet in his ass and use spit for lube like broke back mountain just before i loosing him up with my middle finger and butt fuck him. like i was heath ledger fucking boys for money, money for free, money for sucking, money for nothing money for porno if i really want to get super freaky or something something, nevermind all that i was just shitting on this mic like i was on the toilet dumping. than getting up and staying dirty in the game like i didn't change clothes,shower,or wipe my ass off or nothing. and get back on my hustle and flow and start with the algebratical eqaution of word and number crunching. qautum leaping thru the time warp tonight within all of my verbal inclinations of shaming and shunning all well i was going stupid lile lil wayne and going dummie, and if i was to die today then just wrap me up and throw me in a shallow grave like a fuckin mummy, and dont forget to tell your mommie to suck up my dead ass corps cuz i might still have some more dick cum Cumming of the sperm drop of the cool runnings of an m.c. to composed and well preserved to die without any kind of tru networth and money, so i wheel it all out in the barrel and fertilize the soils in the land of milk and honey and keeping it wet in handful of hugh Hefner's playboy bunnies. (boi eatng boing boing) cuz i eat carrots and im bugs bunny and like master splinter i just made another funny.Ha ha ha You just tell em Robert Lee rabbit is back, and i aint your magical bunny a magician just pulls up by the fucking ears up out of aberhams top hat, im the grandeur and golden sack like a leperchauns gold stash in a pot of gold under the rainbow somewhere far and beyond and out on acme acres somewhere way way out back, and its there you will find my paper stack, and once that you can suck my dick from the back and lick me right up the ass crack well i shit neck, and im out of here and i gotta go so can the waiter get the check. and on my way home drunk on wine qnd boose and nothing to loose i will smash into a telephone pole in ol fashion drunk and driving car wreck, throw my wife thru the passenger side of the windshield i will burn alive in the car and my wife will tumble the concrete all well breaking her fuckin neck,, dont drink and drive theres no greater than message than that, except maybe dont do crack, youll bump off everything after that, and than start carpet surfing and picking it outta of the carpet for an afternoon snack. (Red Lotus shit is wack) but yeah mothafucker all my musics Trap, and trap music aint crime it just traps it in the paint with the brushes upon the camvas of what real brain damage is, say hello to the warner brothers of the looney tune bitch, click alt delete with a glitch. and never tell the snitch, he will flip on you like a side winding bitch and a soup stirring and coniving ass wench, and everytime your backs turned the lawman will catch you in a pinch, and if you dont believe that everytime cindy lu gets abducted they quickly swoop up the grinch and all the stolen presents. and thats my examination of imagination and spiritual presence(message) (country cop voice)(curtains down theres something wrong with this dopefried clown get him out of here now and Barney five book him downtown)click shick chush(cell door closing) photo wirh a finger print. in a government more two faced than harvey dent. a horse shue perfectly bent. with no luck left in it. just a bucket damn Yankee music... and its an amish mans business. can i get a Jehovah witness. (i didn't see hear or speak nothing) hey hey hey where the monkeys. (the magi)
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