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I cry sweat and bleed on rappers I run a stampede on rappers And like a Vulcher here to feed on rappers. Every verse sounds like autotune on auto *in audible sentence repeating the upcoming sentence* Inaudible audio Often and always awful Turn off this sound for Pete sake This is going nowhere like cheap dates Meanwhile I start fires.... so don’t blow for the tree’s sake Believe meh Every Time I do a show in each state They bomb proof the venue or else I’ll blow up each stage The flow is week late, I’m giving birth to these rappers roads paved Entrepreneurial brained, individuals who each say They matter. In their fucking own unique way Which is true Most people. In their fuck own way So move Get the fuck out your way Dude do What you gotta do do But don’t run in circles like Duck duck goose goose the hottest in two schools The new school old school Make my own rules Like “this ain’t rice, it’s cuz cuz” Too true Don’t cry or boo hoo One of us can rap.... and one of us is you you Who’s, who? Take a guess.... Whooooooowww wheowoowwowwwwww!!!!!!