Different style. But I like it. Check out music too.

bro go brazy we gon make this year our bitttttch hell yea

Yo I'm a monster, here to drop bombs because I want to
(You here for cash?) Nah I'm broke like this bitch's water
But that's my fault for getting too far on top of her
That's what I get for ignoring my [pedometer]
I took [too many steps] in the wrong direction
It felt like perfection, now I question my perception
All this tension, is getting Croc stressin'
Don't grab her tits, next time just grab the [Intervention]
Don't need a big dick, that's how we're [killing these cunts]
.408s is how we're filling them up
Man I'm so fucking tired of [spilling my guts]
I think it's time to grab the fucking knife and [fillet them up]
Man I'm ill as fuck but I ain't got a disease
Nah I'm the bee's knees from my head down to my feet
The alphabet is mine, you wouldn't know what to do with these
The C in Croc stands for complete elite
So plead [defeat], like I cut off your legs
Put the phone away, I already tipped off the feds
I got a fetish for police watching me in my bed
So wave to the officer while you're giving me head
I don't bury the dead, I use them as an example
Cut off their head and place it on top of my mantel
I'm just a vandal, who was told I would never amount to
Anything worth amounting to, well that's a mountain you
Forced me to climb, leash around my neck of twine
Well jokes on you I choke myself all the fucking time
And it feels divine, what I squirt from the inside
Now my skin's fried 'cause I took it too far this time
And I'm smelling like a sandwich in a land which
Couldn't imagine a white man being a spastic
But I've mastered the action of fashionable ass kicking
Hands up when I ask you to flash me some fast dick
You're a hasbeen who's only good for making me look better
You're no competitor I've got this shit down to a [letter]
The [20th](T) to be exact, yeah I said I
Got this down to a [T] when I outwardly upset a
Faggot, a tranny, now are y'all gonna slam me?
'Cause I'm ambling along and said some shit with a bit of gravity?
Get everyone mad at me, all these little flowers wanting to stab me
But I'm happy, 'cause it means my babbling's grown from a little sapling
Got me a fuck you tree, I don't care what the fuck you mean
I'm a lucky fiend, I don't care what the fuck you see
When you look at me, 'cause I grew from a fucked up seed
I'm just [crook](sick) you see, in my mind and it's good to be
Who the fuck you think, would have the time to spin these fucked up rhymes?
They multiply by nine every [chucked](puked) up line
It's hard to find somebody who's so divine
He can mass murder a herd of words without it being a crime
But at the same time I'm on trial for some of the shit that I know
Like how to rape the alphabet like a bee getting fucked by a rhino
Stretch that hole wide open, hope the audience is like Beethoven
So they don't hear their mistake when the gates open

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