Jumping up and down while juicing things
Handing out hotdogs to little kids
All this and more for a few hours of work
What a deal for a mixed mut
Oversized people that food seems to call
How could you resist, such a perfect job.
And then there was also you know who
I'll leave nameless for now cause i know your face is turning blue
R lo your one sick fuck
You should give it up and shut the fuck up
Go share a corner with madman
Live in shame
Some day you'll be cool
But it isn't today
All I can say is don't mess
Cause da masta of rhymes will fuck you up.

Things& Kids, Work & mut, Call & Job
How does any of this shit rhyme, and then he calls himself "Da Masta of Rhymes"

Catch my drift

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