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You Wanna be a gangster

shouldn't want to battle me

dickies sagging cagging stick i aint no gangsta

i am a sick robot psycho rob you i'm a cyclone

neon lit canister Newest rap dial clean tap i phone rap

i'm poison join this over and over

the hedge i'm on the edge

an a cycle

I'm sick a lighters final

light i'm life with out propane

evil clown like saw riding a bicycle

i aint bragging but we smoke weed while my eyes are bagging

I got a 22 loaded with my crew red eyes i must screw the purple

purpled lean circling this with my pen like it's important

move the flow with mind powers

I see danger i repeat i see death black grim what the fuck what the fuck

Lit up the atmosphere the son of God forgive me now what the fuck what the fuck

You say you a ranger i'm a killer i'm a psycho i need to cycle

these raps recycled like trash and paper i light on fire

i don't really care i just not need give up and care

opposites retract if if i attract i'll jump your ass leaping like a frog

it'll be over when i'm jumping on you the track is got the flu

i got the only clue the medecine my ammunations the rap

but i don't really give a fuck this just my average luck

when i'm stuck think i can find a girl change her world

when we fuck we go to the moon and stars

pop soda soda pop pop pill xanax pop a pill drop a will