Lyrics:
the last ones picked for the team
you think that our shame looks like it could be merrymaking; a look; some voguish faux scene…
we’re the scalene girls
listen for wisdom to give them bliss with some truth
Scalene portions of color
Aiding form to discover
Mating one breed with others
May need some seeds
Scalene, I'll never buy a bitch Celine
Dopest nigga out my jurisdiction out of me and Skeem
Cha-ching, yeah, that's the chicken callin'
Them little
equilateral ones, scalene ones
The other shapes simply accept Triangles as normal, but Triangles
Those sad excuses for stars, are not normal
And they should
a triangle three sides
I like the hard line
Scalene
Oblique
Acute
Obtuse
Equilateral
Pythagoras forever!
I like the hard line
I like a triangle
Isosceles
scalene
I love a woman who craves danger
2 at a time scaling me
Call that a pyramid
Con man with a Ponzi Scheme
Sailed the 7 seas
Drowning in women, here's
Scalene brother cause I ain't really equal
Antisocial how me don't like people
Heat signature dem nigga so see through
Raise up the iron, man wicked man
I'm seeing scalenes and belts in skies
I'm trying to hide the fact that I miss these same old walks I used to take every night
By the bench where two
I conduct a sweating, screaming, scalene choir
mowing down gym bunnies with machine gun fire
I’m the messiah reincarnate, come again to spare
motherfucking færdilærdi
Ah
20 19 Var warmup
20 20 Så smeller det
4 20 Jeg blazer det
1 72 Woody raiser den
Fakker med varer og scalene
Parene jeg chaser dem
Får
a vegan and a cannibal
Scalene and equilateral
My brain just told me I
Should probably calm down
And try to answer the question
"Do you really like rap
why you think you could duel
Cause cowboy if we quick draw, we couldn't get draw
I'm scalene with no equal
A major heavyweight about the raise
Thrown inside your home computer
Growling at the shadows in the attic
I never knew different
It's cemented to my skull
My scalenes failing to lift up
My
Poor rappers fall victim to the metaphor master
Drill your ass raw for ice core data
An earthquake machine being powered by a crystal
Scalene in
scalene
My hair fallin' out, it's turnin' gray cause I'm stressed
The police want me dead and a warrant for my arrest
I can't do nothin' plus the IRS
Know
daily
Emcee’s y’all the same
I’m multi-faceted, scalene
I’m throwing shots like I’m pregaming
But I leave wasted those around me
Empty fuel gauge
inside a shape of equal sides
that number three
with eyes inane
reminding of this urgency
scalene so far
uncertain of everyone
and by degrees,
a nap, like a baby
Am I good? Yes or no, not a maybe
I hate math like scalene
Also, like reciprocal
My raps suck that's typical
All this rapping is
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