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Not MF Doom, but I carve through the beat like Wolverine,

Crystal clear, fabulous raps, m-m-maybe it's Maybelline,

Fresh on the scene, Toronto isn't Chicago but we can't all hit the ghetto lotto.

Dirty my fresh kicks as I disengage from bitch cliques and dumb nigs.

Call me a faggot 'til they talk to me mano-emano,

"The man look sad but his raps be raw, no?"

Apparently I'm a fag, but I ain't wearing a pink lid,

A snapback I mean, or rather a fag's hat,

Hypebeast's shall be slain and that's a damn fact.

Slap a nigga at Mcdonalds, cross countah.

imma write more soon, rappings pretty fucking hard. poetry in general is hard.