You can't beat me im sitting on a pedastool...
That you can't get me off of cause I'm indelible...
You're edible... I'll take a piece at a time...
I'll snack at your wordplay and feast at you're rhymes...
And I know that I'd come away with an empty stomach...
Fill me up about as much as chewing a gumstick...
Can't stay with this popularity contest...
The conquest, to be on the top is not jest...
I can't play to every single person here...
Seems i can't play to any yet i perservere...
I know that I don't have the Midas Touch...
But I take a single person and i find his crutch...
Take the legs out from under him...
But seems like I leave you all wonderin...
I sit here and watch you all till like five o'clock...
Then you wait for a vet to drop and ride his cock...
Like the way you bitches say VP's mic was perfect...
But the truth, between him and Prem, prem deserves it...
But the votes, still lead in the Pimps direction...
I can say that i said my peace in this election...
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Shit, can't think of a rhyme...
But in the blink of an eye...
You just go over it, so why should I care...
Im just being ignored, welcome to my nightmare...
Organise my rhymes, words and lines...
I ain't bein a bitch but am i wastin my time?
Because you would prefer to skip my rap...
Then go reply to one of some kid that slacks...
In fact, im coming with a crew completely stacked...
But still do shit on my own so ain't no need to act...