Shit that I do

I still masturbate at a high exceeding faster rate

And When I'm done shooting I like to write rhymes and play

Because I've been contemplating all of your fucking complains

I have the freedom speech you fucking twat

So stay outta of my way

Most people think that they can get the help out of me

And then they call me a retard with suicidal tendencies

All I did was give you a job making America great again

Now you're slacking off

Most people want to accuse me for jacking off

I already did there's nothing to hide so back off

Actually if I told Ashley

Her boyfriend would be mad at me

And then he would try to beat me

A lot of people say the TV shows fallacy

Explain how he got punched into a galaxy

Because I believe what I see

And I believe in what I speak

So far, I see the government still fucking with me

But that's another rap

College isn't good, I don't think I could

If I sold my soul then I would

I done taking these AP classes

And not ever passing

Because one fucking exam determines your life's passion

Well if I failed then has my passion turned into rapping?