Lyrics:

I got so many red dots on me, I mean pimples, mother fucker dead lots when he pop, it so simple, then he flop, itching his skin to bring it back, again I gotta stop, a lotta shit would drop if I only grin intact, with skin a sin but not too bad, but then I sling my dirty nails at that as a fact, my lonely ‘pact has me backed, is you mad? Into self amusing, bitching when itching after the fact cause I’ve been bruising my pale keratin, with nail to no avail I fail in sharin’ in my comfort with ladies, some hurt and scaredy of me, I love she, but she wary of the way I carry monthly abundancies in growing new zits, I’m blowing through kits of cream to help stop me fiend, have a dream to end this pimple popping thing, and that’s a crazy verse, rats! What’s a zany worse thing to talk about, walk the clout of an autistic misfit? Don’t get it twisted, this is me too! I see through society and the boundaries of thought, counties have caught me in they area, I think oh so delirious, this shit so rarely serious, nefarious I hope not, but if I slip like a slope got, and what in me the dope rot, then I be a mope spot. It’s a trip how I dip but yet bet I make the most of it, I’m roasting my own to success, yes it born, in my body, whether I tether it to no leather shit, I rather gather staying dirty, playing flirty, wit’ a zitter style, bitter wild, go getter never mild, had whiteheads and moles since I was a child. Aight, feds no need to arrest me, my brain I maintain just interesting. Goals of the autism, roles I play they awe in ‘em, this my super power, this is the Super Duper Hour. I devour, YAHHH!!!

Pimples (Prod. truves)

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Lyrics:

(A Hype verse)

Yo, eating some chicken tenders, heating up the stuff stupendous, is the guy behind the register, yes sir he be the bestest. Licking all the sauce of course, picking spice so nice, it cost is coming with the meal deal, summing it up, the cup of ill, water, it slaughter anything hotter than the man can handle, I’m talking Mad Chicken, glad I’m kicking it from there, I stand o’vo’ the food and think with my drink, where we be colder than an ice rink, be bolder or ya sink, if ya hold up, ya could miss, don’t think, just do, trust you, give it a shot, live it or not, take a chance on you, the chants they do try to pursue, but you know who you is, I’m Hype, the type to celebrate. Milwaukee be the place, still talking up in the face and down to the shoes, my every move I drown in the ooze from resounding proves, I don’t say it to spray it I mean it, I seen shit tear me apart, wearing my heart on my sleeve will get you that, but I don’t regret it at all, I won’t let it become my down fall, is ya dumb? Thinking I will stall, linking to kill all of my demons inside, with my therapist, clear is the tide, turning my way, I’m learning by day, I control my ocean, Poseidon has motion, still glidin’ despite the wave, reciting the light that save, me is to Keep Ya Head Up, never let up, through every dark night, a better day after that, but back to eating the chicken tenders right, beating from the drum is splendid aight, I strung my tongue now go get ascended, right.

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beat 3 w/ aizeks
beat 5 w/ avstys
beat 6 w/ aizeks & ticox
beat 10 w/ yupekosi

Pimples (Prod. truves)

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