Rough record of my Honda Accord

Oh yeah oh yeah Set the mood validate my attitude Who are the higher altitude With a confusion by a contusion I found out with my brain found that my brain cells are an optical illusion And wait for my synapse to collapse can I do a backflip with my raps my fajita Tamagotchi nice to meet you white beater in a white Honda two seater just wait the corner to see her I hope as hell that you can trying to feed her because I am going to try and meet her I park her piece of shit at the fucking metre so I can feed her my 5 Dollar foot-long on the subway while you were in Subway winning to fucking the pain line bitch is is a pain in mine Pay little mind and get behind when you grab razee screen bingo be nine I don’t need to fucking be kind I put a paper bag over her face and I began to b-line and run for the 96B line I’m gonna fuckin 86 her after she sucks to come out of my nostril like in elixir i’ll leave a little on her face for a little room fixture The day ends with her fucking being a hostile and telling me that this is not a fucking hospice Dropping syllables like I’m fucking Optimus look up an optimist then I’ll be able to see without glasses where the fuck is my optometrist fuck Joe Biden he has no spine I just get behind him As a human shield electromagnetic field sleepy Joe will soon to be 6 feet deep bubba the Beep and that’s all folks