spoonful of sugar
Nate McQueen51 Plays
•04 Sep 2020
got me in the hot seat . wear a seat belt yea the heat gun melt kick it like a black belt. samari dam u guys tried but you stand in line parlayed by the land mines when I handed my sanded my sound down round now wen I get into it life was giving me lemons Jimmy crickets had to juice it soothing music .make me not so useless order up the usual . a quarter cup of crucial metamucil. stoned like medusa was looking yea I'd take it back if I could who wouldn't shoe wouldn't fit. now who we got to blame do the damn thang . eat good on stamp day haters throwing shade like a fucking lampshade my pants hang. off of my ass. hunting alotta cash somthing proper in the stash . let it prosper let it last in rotation like helicopter crash I'm sick with it tell the doctors fast I'm on it's no shocker .I'm off my rocker whipping up sum pasta.kiss the chef you some imposters. I do it to death ima motherfucking monster .I been this way since a foot tall toddler playing cops and robbers I was never the cop sharper than a barber head on chopping blocks and that's just for the starter .why i aught a.why I caught a slaughter the goblins.they hoop n they hollering. but who got the problem. is it me or is u with the problem .could it be madoola obligata.onamonepea ouch .wouldn't wan to be ya . slouched on the couch doubt .that I'd vouch thought u could Russell up a crowd like a herd of sheep bet you thought u were pretty good untill ya heard of me this is lyrical surgery. currently certainly positive that we are opposite. not the same now who want wat . yall to simple and plain now pass the Mary Jane
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got me in the hot seat . wear a seat belt yea the heat gun melt kick it like a black belt. samari dam u guys tried but you stand in line parlayed by the land mines when I handed my sanded my sound down round now wen I get into it life was giving me lemons Jimmy crickets had to juice it soothing music .make me not so useless order up the usual . a quarter cup of crucial metamucil. stoned like medusa was looking yea I'd take it back if I could who wouldn't shoe wouldn't fit. now who we got to blame do the damn thang . eat good on stamp day haters throwing shade like a fucking lampshade my pants hang. off of my ass. hunting alotta cash somthing proper in the stash . let it prosper let it last in rotation like helicopter crash I'm sick with it tell the doctors fast I'm on it's no shocker .I'm off my rocker whipping up sum pasta.kiss the chef you some imposters. I do it to death ima motherfucking monster .I been this way since a foot tall toddler playing cops and robbers I was never the cop sharper than a barber head on chopping blocks and that's just for the starter .why i aught a.why I caught a slaughter the goblins.they hoop n they hollering. but who got the problem. is it me or is u with the problem .could it be madoola obligata.onamonepea ouch .wouldn't wan to be ya . slouched on the couch doubt .that I'd vouch thought u could Russell up a crowd like a herd of sheep bet you thought u were pretty good untill ya heard of me this is lyrical surgery. currently certainly positive that we are opposite. not the same now who want wat . yall to simple and plain now pass the Mary Jane
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