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Eat it up
Eat the shit outta my hand like its candy,
Pop a couple Xs excuse me if I get handsy,
Smoking sessions topped off by sex with the right hand see,
Pretty smart for an advanced chimpanzee,
Replace mommys cookies feed you paint chips ya panzee,
Do this for the ovation better be standing,
No need for ya motivation I'm a fuckin man see,
Chills down your spine feeling a bit antsy?
Never had anyone take a chance with me, or wanna dance with me,
How embarrassing,
Terrorized always bared the pain,
Memorize these enchanted ways,
Never dry always kept the handsome bank,
But still have the kidnap you and hold you for ransom brain,
Pawned me off as an asshole not given a chance to change,
Set the prisoners loose blame it on my ambition to emancipate,
No you faggots aren't my friends too late,
Pussy ass phonies think they're men rest em in graves,
Wrote these verses with a knife on my arm that's pen to pain,
Think it's too late for me, ya think it's too late to be to be tamed,
Be grateful I don't call you faggots out or mention some names,
Don't intend to switch up relationships I'll always be the same,
Wanna be an innovator or known as the one to pave the way,
Don't have days off I'm a slave to this game,
Just kidding.
Its not even my fucking passion yet,
Adolf with my writing I barely ration shit,
Don't enjoy the vulgarity then look past it bitch,
Wanna change the world around you but remain action-less,
Fuck the pussy to preach on social media you're not an activist,
Used to be sad before writing but I've changed my mood to happiest,
Grope your man boobs try to act like its your sisters tits,
Muscle heads who get big for nothing you're also worthless shits,
Insecure about your fantasies of paying shirtless men in tips,
Getting high was my purpose so I tended to dip,
Only money I got was spent on drugs with intention to trip,
Pop a couple Xs excuse me if I get handsy,
Smoking sessions topped off by sex with the right hand see,
Pretty smart for an advanced chimpanzee,
Replace mommys cookies feed you paint chips ya panzee,
Do this for the ovation better be standing,
No need for ya motivation I'm a fuckin man see,
Chills down your spine feeling a bit antsy?
Never had anyone take a chance with me, or wanna dance with me,
How embarrassing,
Terrorized always bared the pain,
Memorize these enchanted ways,
Never dry always kept the handsome bank,
But still have the kidnap you and hold you for ransom brain,
Pawned me off as an asshole not given a chance to change,
Set the prisoners loose blame it on my ambition to emancipate,
No you faggots aren't my friends too late,
Pussy ass phonies think they're men rest em in graves,
Wrote these verses with a knife on my arm that's pen to pain,
Think it's too late for me, ya think it's too late to be to be tamed,
Be grateful I don't call you faggots out or mention some names,
Don't intend to switch up relationships I'll always be the same,
Wanna be an innovator or known as the one to pave the way,
Don't have days off I'm a slave to this game,
Just kidding.
Its not even my fucking passion yet,
Adolf with my writing I barely ration shit,
Don't enjoy the vulgarity then look past it bitch,
Wanna change the world around you but remain action-less,
Fuck the pussy to preach on social media you're not an activist,
Used to be sad before writing but I've changed my mood to happiest,
Grope your man boobs try to act like its your sisters tits,
Muscle heads who get big for nothing you're also worthless shits,
Insecure about your fantasies of paying shirtless men in tips,
Getting high was my purpose so I tended to dip,
Only money I got was spent on drugs with intention to trip,
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