In Conclusion

I be that broke motherfucker

Maine's where I'm rappin'

Better than these rappers

But nobody buys my record

What you don't like broke hova?

You think that I'm more like a hoover

Think that I suck, I don't give a fuck

You can go ahead hit me with a low blow like a tuba

I don't toot my horn but, I blew a creek like McGrubber

I didn't get a lex like luther

And I went hard 'til my legs looked fuscia

Used to want to beat king koopa

Now all I want to beat is the beats and the freak In the mirror

When the demon appears, I have seen my fears

I could be that loser!

Even if it ment quitting reefer

Stop staying high like a roof

So you youtube my maneuvers

You can see my as a mover, rapper, producer

At the computer, ha!

With a fender straped and a pen that's black

Trying to prove I'm super

While the bass line barks in the woofers

Track liers

Trains coming for you goobers

The fat lady is singing notes

And ringing of her foopa

I suggest you find a cougar

Find a way to doop her

Into thinking that she's demi moore and you are Ashton Kutcher

Because you're fucked otherwise

Otherguys

Besides reconsider these rhymes lulibyes

Sleep tight fuckers!

P... Dank

I'm from where we don't celebrate soccer wins

Witk a broke contrast, with the obulant

Most on blassed for profidin

While the folks shit cups on the block cement

Marriages on the rocks again

Mom looking for a paps again

Kids witniced all arguments

Now they losing trist when you talk to them

Oh shit quick bring a doctor in

We're gonna need facebook and some oxygene

STAT... (EEEH)

Bring it back

We got spray tanned children

Abandoned buildings

Kids stay still cause the cancer killed em

I'll keep moving 'till I'm handing millions

And I ride 'till I crash all kind of zillgince

Teachers broke but the man get millions

Or rather

Techers broke but the man get quadrillions

Cause the man stay drillin'

We got children, in Buildings, with ceilings, that's cracked

While Villians got Villas, their chillin' is wack

But thats the earth, dig in, or get in the dirt

You got one ear that works

Could be worse!

So if there really is a big fluffy Jesus

Tell him let's get weeded

I know he's got connections

Texting, look ryan peters' needed

I'm speaking it's like I'm bleeding

Flames like flames pleedin'

I came to change games

It's lame to blame demons

Proclaim the lame evenings

Ticket breaks heathen

I seize this beat screaming

I steam while peeps leaving

The trees creek

I sleep near my family

The devil ain't a fantasy

I know she wants to dance with me