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and that's by any means
I got MILFs that all want me 'cause I'm on their screens
Got MILFs and DILFs but ain't no clothes
Got he's and she's and they's exposed

scared, I can see right through their bear face
Don't have to leave the porch, I can get them from the staircase
My brother got his license, he will bang

the matrix , that will eat your favorite,  on beats that’s basic, he’s the greatest, there’s no need to say it, 

Hook: I’m back to livin, was trapped in

as potential and gain
And you contained it
Showing me commitment which I haven't tasted
Love my son as hes your own and I ain't have to say it
Telling me that

terrazzo on their bathroom floors
Jobs are really meanial, You'll make no bread
And then at five o'clock you head
(By subway)

[Ellen Greene]
Downtown
Where

b poppin her shit, spends nights in the crib
Or she just trying provide for her kids
Them be the ones I probably be liking their vids
Ain't no need

and fuck
Your wife on the couch i'm wiping em out
Murder fucking kids in their bed
Ted Bundy cause I'm taking the head
Left's not back, I'm a thought,

around missing my son
How can you not be bothered by your kid not seeing his father
Nothing motherly about that you're just a fucking dick swallower
Sorry

loot boxes to kids to gamble
Whose Ku Klux Klan's fan club
Has just been found, fool
They ought to know better
They just brought about their own downfall

lethal injection
(Yo, did I forget to menton the Babe Ruth sections
where them Ak's will have you stayin at a tenth street
Street in your hood) Shop your

Unappreciated, I appreciate
All the time I put in, but I still be late
I will admit it, yeah, it's my fault
I got up off my high horse, the safety's in

sounding like I'm Skeppy 'cah I'm saying boy better know
That a boy better have my dough
And when I tell a boy come to the spot boy better show
I'm gonna

will catch in no time if his production guy was better
And theres nothing I like better then new battle lyrics
My favorite jam is "Secret Agent" man

of my hands 
Cause I have no say to what I do the demon demands 
You are the lucky one, the other one I've chosen 
Now you leave this earth in torment,

What Corporate Rock Can't Say

Good Clean Fun

Between Christian Rock and a Hard Place

They can't take it away
Punk will scream what corporate rock can't say

It never works to play their game
Things always turn out the same
Times have

them more than my friends I couldn't tell you their names
Shattered glass on the floor the kids have run out of games

And I don't see that's ever gonna

them more than my friends I couldn't tell you their names
Shattered glass on the floor the kids have run out of games

And I don't see that's ever gonna

It's February 2016 i'm bout to open for Lady
Leshurr at Gramercy Theater
Was booked by Christian and he picked me
And if you asked me then I never

I know you've met all the rest of them...
... but, seriously...

Have you ever met a hippie
From the city called Sydney?
An emcee who's no joke

without his title
I’m just barely getting by, getting high and writing rhymes
Tryna make a mark on this world before I die
So who am I?
Who am I to say

up, make it or break it
This for y’all and all the daddies that didn’t have one at home
Swore they’d be better at it once blessed with kids of their own

left behind to see their loved ones dead in the dirt 
Everybody who was made into a victim 
By the cheaters, oppressors, and killers in this broken

This the flow that got everybody
Hopping up out their seat
This the beat that got everybody
On trees or on molly
So how this kid gon come out here

out in me (yeah)

To me the hate is like gasoline
Or that charger cord to my battery
Shit I am what I am 'cause the kids that would laugh at me