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Skinny little white boy struggling to make the right choice

Feeling down I might hoist, so I light joints

 

Karma's a bitch, I'd feel so much

Better if I never met her, the portion of measured pressure

that she lunging at my head is causing damage

 

Soulja boy, you ain't dope faggot

You don't got no talent

Is that your dick or a maggot?

 

I hate you bitch for so many reasons that I made a list

My portrayed image is the way it is, if you don't like it

I can take a hit and you'll be the one who sprained your wrist

One day I'm gonna be bigger than your anus is

 

I keep spare pants with me because I like to piss the public off

Peoples frustration makes me hard so I explode like an atomic bomb

 

Me writing lines is like coming, I cant stop it

Got enough rhymes to fill buckets

I'm the villain from those Marvel comics

Except this one don't end with my plot getting conquered