back in the first grade, I use to be a slave to the rave/ I smack kids with building blocks, but they were to quick to break/ so I started a search that involved ouigy boards and grandma Saiyons/ but instead, CueBalls bitch ass came out with a box of Crayola Crayons/ but I was down, quick to kill at skewl/ Mr. Hilton tryed me, so I sayed "fuck it" and stabed the fool/ wrote my name on his chest, was like "Carlos waz here"/ then colored his skin a bit, or at least till it started to disapear/

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figure I could drop by and promote my my first mixtape and what not since im here..