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Uh I don't know what to rap about Most of y'all ain't rapping all you do is cap and shout I'm getting tired of the bullshit that I tend to spout Sometimes I fantasize about blowing my brain cells out Rhyming orange orangutan with flying four inch razor blades A hand grenade plus ray ban shades and human red sauce marinade Degraded Gabe that's what they call me in bruiser brigade Loser parade you're cruising for a verbal bruising raid I'm feeling hazy and this beats driving me crazy I'm not lazy I been working I swear I just tend to hate me But right now i'm making less pennies than I would at JC Maybe i'll just say f*ck it all so that y'all pay me Ok wow like I don't what to say now Pray to sacred cow that i find my own way now More bodies than Mao buried underneath the playground If this shit makes you upset good go away now I'll write what I want no clever wordplay necessary Nevertheless i'm very scary but i'm always wary Of people who don't know me that are trying to repair me Like you don't care g, just wanna see me in therapy Sometimes I don't even really like my raps Half the time I don't even know who writes my raps Some people like to think that i'm playing some type of act Honestly don't cross my psycho path i'll fight your ass Not physically cuz physically i'm at a disadvantage But when I bombard you with rhymes won't be able to stand it Verbally assault you left in metaphoric bandage Like pedo coaching little league won't be able to manage That's all I got i'm bout to wrap it up like trojan My raps are golden personality emboldened Not withholding any details put it all out in the open If you don't like it that's ok cuz i'm not joking