MUSIC TOO RAW FOR THE PLAYLIST!

Spitting rhetoric for hell of it that's who I am You gon need some peanut butter cuz this shit my jam We was really posted up and now they look at him Crossfading the track Kick back Watch it play again Something that I do on the daily to reprimand my sins Stank face grin when rhymes hit the pen The only reason I do this shit is to make sense Falsify mother fuckers every other statement My music too raw for the playlist They hate it I think it's cuz I added spaces in they faces Until them mother fuckers ate it Goodness gracious No sleep at night cuz I day dream Find myself living in my own world maybe Took a wrong turn in my mind just a side street Watch where you going tall grass stained my teeth Everything a gimmick til you get it that's just what I see I don't need no fuckin' fairytale to tell me who I'll be Come on somebody shoulda told you You don't shit where you eat It's just these things I see while stepping in these dungarees That spaces guarantee I'll ship it for a dollar fee Remember I was washing dishes now I'm a TV Posted up with Casper now these mother fucker's see Used to play the Madlib instrumental 'fore I eat