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- Winna Winna Chicken Dinna
- Ima turn a christian to a certified sinna
- I prance around the house all fuckin day and night
- When the police come I say "hey you wanna fight?!?!"
- They ask me "son are you on the drug weed?"
- No, but i downed a whole bottle labeled speed!
- Sittin here
- Drinkin my muthafuckin golden bear,
- Gettin angry stares
- Ima run a lyrical analysis
- On this illogical fallacy
- To see if people with callus's
- Really do wanna act and be
- Just like me
- Cuz theyll all see
- My peepee
- On tv
- Monica lewinski
- Tee hee hee
- I go out with a nickel and a dime,
- Just like Royce da 5'9,
- I never bust a rhyme outta time
- I was never poor
- But i was kidnapped when i was 4
- By my own mother
- You gotta piss poor flow
- So ill invite you to my show
- To show you just how much i know
- Hmmm, now im at boarding school, what the fuck to do
- Maybe write a rap album,
- Yeah thatll do
- Hey there gavin, my names Sam
- Im your fuckin equal opposite
- Just like burgers and spam
- 3005 gambino style
- Wake up 3am doe
- Wit a fuckin pencil
- Dont know where to go tho
- So i play nintendo
- Eat sum fuckin cereal
- Pick out dem cheerio
- There are none left so
- Get some more tommorow
- People screamin yolo
- While dey wearin polo
- Actin like theyall like bros
- Pickin up foty hoes
- 1 call the po po
- Now they in trouble doe
- Goin to prison foe
- About 5 years oh
- Yo, my parents used to argue their fucking brains out until my fucking eyes would spout, shut up bitch you dont know me, cutter, ill fucking cut your wrists for you until they bleed and you stutter
- And here comes the next chapter, the one where i aspire to be the best rapper, but DONT, because im fucking white with no more black friends and no more Mercedes benz so i can honk the horn and watch my mother cringe while shes on that coke binge
- Yo, so lets get back to the subject, the one where my parents are pieces of shit who dont know how to quit what their dealin wit so they fucking hit and HIT, It makes me so damn angry, do they hate me? Why the fuck do i have to go through wit this every week, my bodys gettin weak, im fuckin sore, im fuckin tired of always bein poor, im fuckin sick of having no door, im god damn tired of having to sleep on this piece of shit floor next to that cum filled hoar. There, thats it, you want more? Well tag along longer and ill bring you to my core
- We rollin up in the 916, you gotta pick yo kicks befo i mix the mix and get my tricks out, for me to beat you wit, and then ill take yo rap and make it shit
- Im strictly goin positive, ponies what im rockin wit
- Easy Bake oven was just a phase.
- Back home days they call me the tie dye shirt kid, well that, and faggot.
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