| You can’t click on world star for your life’s solution
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| (your in love with the coco)
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| I’m in love with starting revolution
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| Apollo Brown music got me waking out of my coffin
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| Yellow tape caution
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| I’m an ape with the syllable _?_
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| I’m biblicaly awesome
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| _?_ ready to detonate from the hate that is coursing
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| You pray that i break or that my spit intensity softens
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| Eventually falling, appalling, pall-bearers _?_
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| I’m a bear in the forest
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| Foraging, flourishing
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| Spilling like a witches cauldron
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| Devouring Satan’s soul that he sold to me as a bargain
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| I’m the god of logic and the sergeant of this alarming
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| Jarring, jargon and tortured talking
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| Do you feel ashamed and awkward
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| For my phonetic fame you’d trade your child’s face
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| For my talent and fortune
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| Ares, I’m a ram that you can’t scam
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| That you can’t stand
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| Written’s flash by you
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| With a blur on a cops dash cam
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| I’m Oscar the grouch and this world is my trash can
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| Hazardous, spit wicked liquid
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| While this evil _?_ jazz is playing
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| My literature is littered with funeral terms
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| My spirit eternalness
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| Pitted with snippets of the weirdest
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| Unusual slurs
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| You can’t click on world star for your life’s solution
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| (your in love with the coco)
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| I’m in love with starting revolution X2 |