Self-seeking superficiality, totalitary, scary, familiarity w/ rap moments of clarity. You think my bars are weak but you’re the b**** of beastiality with your ****sexual suicidal alchemy. You worship E***** because he steals all my rhymes practically. You can’t understand my poetry if you’ve never had a hip-hop gangster mentality. I’ve resigned from the musically ugly illuminati industry. I’m pushing 40 but I’m like Lamborghini lightning streak terribly terrifying see me when I netcee a freestyle pattern of stanza apathy.
Might make you sit through an awful apology. Where I babble on like a liberal eulogy. Dead on the pavement leaving behind an entire family. Express Yourself with this M3 at the price of the entrance fee. Why am I bleeding? Because Z***** disrespected me. My pen is dirty. My pimp game flirty. Still never got laid since before the age of 30. My heart is a wasteland of beta males that was qwerty. Because they all want the money but never listened to a rapper that was wordy.
They think men ain’t the dominant sex, the absurdity. They all murdered me. And I went down as the greatest rapper of obscurity. The scrutiny I faced because I refused to back down like Rudy G. They all wanted a piece of my phallus as I chased the golden chalice. All these rappers can s*** on the manly Musk. They keep saying they not like us. But I’m gonna continue to cuss. And be the only white rapper standing on Mt. Caucus Trust!
