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I don’t give a fuck about the money or the fame,
Or any groupie trying to touch me, I don’t even know her name,
And I’m just kicking a rap to fade the competition,
Cuz sick of the sappy, heinous opposition,
Man I’m painting watch or listen,
Mothafuckas wanna have another personal epiphany,
I’m coming with a symphony, eliminating everybody/anybody,
Run up like a cannibal and bite ‘em like a peanut butter apple,
In a minute, I’ma nibble on a pentagram,
And every single bitter lamb is getting so offended,
I don’t give a damn if anything a mental plan is coming,
As a visually integrated entity,
And everybody’s gonna get the guillotine, yeah!,
I’m gettin’ cinematic in a matter of a minute,
Every milligram is devilish, the Vatican will kill it dead,
Gonna kill it til it’s dead, i’ma try to get em in the head,
Cornfed, Midwestern whore-bred, she looks though thick,
And juicy give it to me in the booty-shorts, then you gotta
Get up in the morn’ and look at the iPhone bitch, because,
I don’t give a fuck about the money or the fame,
Or any groupie trying to touch me, I don’t even know her name,
And I’m just kicking a rap to fade the competition,
Cuz sick of the sappy, heinous opposition,
Man I’m painting watch or listen

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