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shittin on you bastards metaphorically and physically
get ready for a shower if you think you're gonna visit me
nick brophy back again, sayin whatever creeps up into me
not givin any fucks about your fuckin sensitivity
i'm rippin the track
and bringin it back
got caught with a sack
i stuffed full of crack
meth, weed, pills, codine, i'm drunk, so only half bottle of jack.
these hoes on my dick cause i look like based god
spit instead of swallow, talkin bout they think it tastes odd
step up in the place in my red leather yellow leather
rubber baby buggy bumper can't nobody do it better
get her wetter than an eddie vedder 
when im on the mic and shredder mother fuckers like they were assorted cheddar.
yeah, you mother fuckers is cheesy
i'll hop up out the car and demonstrate chris breezy
yeah and no one said it was this easy
the way i proliferate on the track, you can't seize me
you sees? nah, i think you need some glasses
can't make it clearer how i spit it for the masses

bitch, give me 50 feet, you better back up like a toilet
now let me read your future, rotten apple, imma spoil it
i'm gonna steal your bitch, now she sprung and she coiling
shining like a star, mother fucker now i'm foilin
burnin through these hoes man i smoke em up like ganja
feelin kinda drastic, so i drink a pint of vodka
everybody says im off my rocker
doctor i need another shot, proper.
think you can contend with me, then bitch you aint no friend to me
i block you from my buddy list, so how can you still AIM at me?
i'm out your fuckin sight, flash of light, it's steady rainin, b
drowning when i rap, with all this paper fallin down on me

nick-jenkins

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