Yo yo yo my head sore hit it on the door not thinking drinking
Too much soda new car it’s a TOYOTA not good really
Rhymes chilly long day so I spray a verse is this a
Gift or a curse well what the hell but sleepy my neighbors
Bit creepy so bored my raps got special affects like LORD
OF THE RINGS I’m tall as YAO MING my style is versatile
It’s the all of the oceans its flowing SLOW MOTION notions
Of humor its just a rumor but got messed up cuz got a tumor
Kidding I’m skidding ridding all wack shit quack spits
Got me down so I clown around high school near then college
Then a career damn whoa so I flow and kick back
Learning BEATBOXING dawgs Xeroxing cuz they don’t rhyme
I’m Using consonants and vowels spits wet as a towel
My bowels grumbling I’m not mumbling people brash
I’m low on cash want some hash browns face yellow
Like my crown playing just spraying what comes to my mind
Got a weird rhyme scheme chasing cream bracing for impact
Its exact never early surly I can be but can’t I’m ANDYPANTS
My nickname I got trickgame crawling brawling in my dome
Its late still awake bleaching I’m breaching and saying
My shit others teasing I’m breezing my metaphors is
Earth peeps digging it my hair needs trimming life is brimming
I’m skimming through the lines not winning not losing
Leg feels like its bruising nowadays lot of bustle
So I’m on the Hustle rap is a MILKYWAY when u spit
It’s a pleasure you can’t measure it’s a treasure
Spitting is wallow I’m callow fresh to def just bricking
Ticking clicking with the beat not neat at all got yogurt
On my shirt its DANNON my personals are a loose cannon
Goes in every direction sharp as an injection a collection
Of my own rhymes I’m impeding reading other pieces
There dope but some like the POPE frail and old others cold
My rhymes are glutton there phat popping like a button
Candy in my cache its orange like CRASH BANDICOOT
On the pursuit to recruit more MCs from the SURBARBS
It ain’t GHETTO or SURPARB its MACOLM IN THE MIDDLE
I’m daunted always wanted not glossing neither flossing
Got the dap and gift to rap won’t be veering cuz I’m steering
Can’t hear me cuz of the cheering my words stupefying
Its amplifying DEF like 8 MILE my disses guile
I’m Tsunami I’m precarious the shit I say is hilarious
My skills mad it’s a psycho clone u don’t deserve
The MICRO PHONE your prone to loss hey I’m the BOSS
You’re IRAQ your falling to bad I’m a plane I’m
Propelling straight accepleing I’m gelling
Like DR. SHOLLS fo sho rhyme scheme hidden its camouflage
You good that’s a mirage your dusty and rusty like my garage


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