Mother, mother, mother
I can handle myself in these streets
I'm a handler, I can handle myself in these streets
I can panhandle myself in these streets
Make an example of myself in these streets
Writing Hallelujah, I feel like Handel in these streets
I'm going off the handle in these streets  *five dollar incrament*
*bitch, i said what i meant*
*came through*
*get money in lent*

I'm trolling, I'm sleeping under the bridge
I held a grudge
Things are tense, water don't go under it Woke up to word of a transmission from the Pleiadian galaxy
The priests on Priest Drive want a word with the calvary
Lifelong punctuality is a matter of mortality
Preaching the prosperity gospel of Generalissima's generalities
That's my reality
Is it comedy? Is it tragedy?
Is it comedy? Is it tragedy?
Is it comedy? Is it tragedy?
Dashing out the cabin, crying
Saying I'll come back at the count of three
Three, two, one
Let me count again
Can't let Sergeant see me act maggot-y

Haters will say he is scroogled. But nah, he fr fr bah humbugging fs

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I listen to/repost gud shit. Fuck wit me.

Haters will say he is scroogled. But nah, he fr fr bah humbugging fs

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