Dud Spacey
What's the rules of life cause I don't fucking know nor do I care I just wanted to calculate for once on how to be common not rare and blend in like I'm still spending time watching tv especially the highlighted news- comment section too, for different typa views, on how to um out rap you all of you, from head too toe, in one section thats sectionated in the area of being hated, but thats fine thats really great cause I'll be named Montel before you have the time to tell, the difference between mum and hell- for me and you, theres a slight shade of difference when Peter starts driftin, changing sides switching teams staying the same and there he goes and lies, there he goes and cries, while the world stands up and says their good byes, to who? do I care to who? do I care probably not, so down agator, rap like Saviour and crown me the hater, thats now a creator, and transform to a croc from an alligator straight back to a cop thats half crooked from rap books and elements that they never mentioned in elementary school, this shit ain't fair and it ain't even cool but I preform the better fool, with saliva as my drool, form imense intensity like an open whirlpool opened for the whole town to go jump in, I'll allow it to commence with a pinch of my tendasy, as my soul found, its destination, "reversed off that dispatch." my sentencing needs to attach, to people listening, My life turned around from going down to the upper chin pointing up right to whats round, the sun and the moon, what I've found, proves I'm more then a son mixed with lastnighta goon I'm a writer that lightyears pass ya beside the dust broom, that must zoom, to quick to fast at deadly paces that the fastest of cars don't match they just fall behind cause "I'm picking up what I'm putting down," and placing it on like another well earnt patch, the downfall was appalling the yelling was just me stalling, and the reasoning was the salt and sugar that needed seasoning before we start brawling- left opponents thinking they still a baby yea just crawling, straight towards me so no need to frown any time soon, I'll like to state I shine bright, so maybe I lied maybe I fried maybe I died but yet maybe I tried and maybe I flyed, maybe too high to far from the ground, where it's been founded the foundation of yous the human nation, attached with a flyer, aka every unmentioned error or black holes that needs no more mentioning, just time is intensing rhymes are unbalanced but we're never defencing, so crimes are still commencing... I'm leading us out to the middle of nowhere were I have no care to where I was or where I will be... the rest thats up to yous from your beloved- Family the Lacey'S'- (Spaceys a G) Literally LoL do or don't take anything serious idm....
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What's the rules of life cause I don't fucking know nor do I care I just wanted to calculate for once on how to be common not rare and blend in like I'm still spending time watching tv especially the highlighted news- comment section too, for different typa views, on how to um out rap you all of you, from head too toe, in one section thats sectionated in the area of being hated, but thats fine thats really great cause I'll be named Montel before you have the time to tell, the difference between mum and hell- for me and you, theres a slight shade of difference when Peter starts driftin, changing sides switching teams staying the same and there he goes and lies, there he goes and cries, while the world stands up and says their good byes, to who? do I care to who? do I care probably not, so down agator, rap like Saviour and crown me the hater, thats now a creator, and transform to a croc from an alligator straight back to a cop thats half crooked from rap books and elements that they never mentioned in elementary school, this shit ain't fair and it ain't even cool but I preform the better fool, with saliva as my drool, form imense intensity like an open whirlpool opened for the whole town to go jump in, I'll allow it to commence with a pinch of my tendasy, as my soul found, its destination, "reversed off that dispatch." my sentencing needs to attach, to people listening, My life turned around from going down to the upper chin pointing up right to whats round, the sun and the moon, what I've found, proves I'm more then a son mixed with lastnighta goon I'm a writer that lightyears pass ya beside the dust broom, that must zoom, to quick to fast at deadly paces that the fastest of cars don't match they just fall behind cause "I'm picking up what I'm putting down," and placing it on like another well earnt patch, the downfall was appalling the yelling was just me stalling, and the reasoning was the salt and sugar that needed seasoning before we start brawling- left opponents thinking they still a baby yea just crawling, straight towards me so no need to frown any time soon, I'll like to state I shine bright, so maybe I lied maybe I fried maybe I died but yet maybe I tried and maybe I flyed, maybe too high to far from the ground, where it's been founded the foundation of yous the human nation, attached with a flyer, aka every unmentioned error or black holes that needs no more mentioning, just time is intensing rhymes are unbalanced but we're never defencing, so crimes are still commencing... I'm leading us out to the middle of nowhere were I have no care to where I was or where I will be... the rest thats up to yous from your beloved- Family the Lacey'S'- (Spaceys a G) Literally LoL do or don't take anything serious idm....
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