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I think I have dementia I got 7 A's Not to mention pluses that's for another day Marks so high I post them via airway Seven seven's 49's I won the lottery Everything I say is a fact Not an act Always backed Never hacked or lacked Always packed Never slacked or cracked Not abstract I want a contract Like a compact pact No co-act To distract and detract My impact I won't infract But if you attack You goin' get smacked Whacked and Blacked I overreact I can't retract I just transact my counteract I don't protract Nor subtract My exact extract No redact Leave you with the side effects of a Prozac If I attract A pack I won't know how to interact I'm a bract cause I think I have dementia I got 7 A's Not to mention pluses that's for another day Marks so high I post them via airway Seven seven's 49's I won the lottery Total marks over 600, like my IQ 6 foot 2 You look up to me I look down on you Why can't you see Cause you 5' 75 like haiku Preach like I'm the pastor You know that I'm faster Than a blast disaster Feel like I'm the master Of my own fate Got a clean slate Always leave a clean plate Tryna gain weight Tryna locate My hate So, I can accentuate The rate At which I create And translate This trait So, y'all can relate I think I have dementia I got 7 A's Not to mention pluses that's for another day Marks so high I post them via airway Seven seven's 49's I won the lottery Okay, I just pulled up on yoh bitch She be a witch You know I'm rich Pull up I pitch I aint no snitch You in a ditch Might be a fitch Unfair like glitch The way that I switch You rappers be kitsch If I had a lil name It'd be Lil'O and Stitch Okay, you know that I'm killin it Might make a mill in it Might just fufill in it No need for Phil in it Won't take no pill in it Sharp as a quill in it Because you know that I'm Better than half of you duckers Because you know that I'm buzzin You know that I am just buggin Because my fans might not be bluffin Seeing me turn nothin, to something I think I have dementia I got 7 A's Not to mention pluses that's for another day Marks so high I post them via airway Seven seven's 49's I won the lottery Who knew Quinlan would be rappin Snappin That wasn't supposed to happen He should be listenin to classical music Ho, don't confuse it Cause when I'm on a track They be nappin Laughin Killing tracks is my creed, no assassin Like Thailand All my fans I be trappin Record label Call em cappin Aladdin I won't leave no trace To trace When I'm on Trace Just to see your face In disgrace When you have to embrace Your place Yeah