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Waiting for the fall.
Hours slip on by, and the curtain has it's call.
The audience never came, but the fat woman went home.
The box-office has

shit
Lickety split

I read variety
You're box office receipts
Are motherfuckin' weak
Ya got nothing to say
You shouldn't fuckin' speak

I read variety

to sleep,
the drama unfolding does not their foibles meet,
the lightning box office shows a sad receipt.

The American singer leaned into the mic and
said

receipts, so you can audit
Think it, then I live it, I'm a motherfuckin' artist
Like NewYorkers in they office, I don't waste time
It's hard to keep her hands

true
I hope my last cheque can get me through
My last rap gig paid me in booze
I got kicked out of the post office
These days streams don't pay much
Is

chasing no bitch I don't get too attached
Cause I seen the money effect how they act
The talk always flaw they neglecting the facts
A box office draw when

tryna keep me confined
I am a jack in the box
Be with them Rastas
They got a choppa
All that you hear bomboclaat
My niggas sliding aint no deciding
You

love in this, some real riders up in this biatch
Builds more bitch than bitch Reebox
They arms can't b-ox the base of a three-ox
These dudes dope

wordmanship
Ziphi lez zeswag yamanyala
Ndaba angizwani ne rap yama gashu
Bathi bayangiqeda mabasho
Ngithi ngenza imovie, bangibhekisa ngabantu
Now its box