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Yeah, this is cool Oh yeah, Kenny, you done cooked up with this One This the intermission for interludes, big ol vision But he's a little fool, just tellin' isms Interruptin' and he'll get rude In his prison where he's always in a mood He's been so patient, but damn, it's noon He's been spacin' that he's the man on the Moon Caught racin' to find a band to stand true Stumblin' into a church, what would Jesus do All I know is my mom will make some stew And it's the best damn stew ever brewed I just wanna help people no matter how I'm viewed Like snake root with straight-juice fruit I like to think that I'm cool But it's rare for drool to be dripped from me Only when I'm in or writing my poetry Maybe I'll just read a bit I just don't think anyone will love me, take a hit Like she did, I needed she But thought that we would be better off Than you and me, stupid She should've just asked for her to be future-less But I worked dumb and passed the opportunity Because I wanted more ass, dunk it I think I could have some fun, then go back And sit, might as well be a stick Just blowin' in the wind, I wish I was better back then But maybe there's truly a reason why it happened I was too young, and I've always been big So I have to accept this shit Matter of fact, this writing is making me sick I'ma just talk about how I could make a dick