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Yo I'm a monster, here to drop bombs because I want to

(You here for cash?) Nah I'm broke like this bitch's water

But that's my fault for getting too far on top of her

That's what I get for ignoring my [pedometer]

I took [too many steps] in the wrong direction

It felt like perfection, now I question my perception

All this tension, is getting Croc stressin'

Don't grab her tits, next time just grab the [Intervention]

Don't need a big dick, that's how we're [killing these cunts]

.408s is how we're filling them up

Man I'm so fucking tired of [spilling my guts]

I think it's time to grab the fucking knife and [fillet them up]

Man I'm ill as fuck but I ain't got a disease

Nah I'm the bee's knees from my head down to my feet

The alphabet is mine, you wouldn't know what to do with these

The C in Croc stands for complete elite

So plead [defeat], like I cut off your legs

Put the phone away, I already tipped off the feds

I got a fetish for police watching me in my bed

So wave to the officer while you're giving me head

I don't bury the dead, I use them as an example

Cut off their head and place it on top of my mantel

I'm just a vandal, who was told I would never amount to

Anything worth amounting to, well that's a mountain you

Forced me to climb, leash around my neck of twine

Well jokes on you I choke myself all the fucking time

And it feels divine, what I squirt from the inside

Now my skin's fried 'cause I took it too far this time

And I'm smelling like a sandwich in a land which

Couldn't imagine a white man being a spastic

But I've mastered the action of fashionable ass kicking

Hands up when I ask you to flash me some fast dick

You're a hasbeen who's only good for making me look better

You're no competitor I've got this shit down to a [letter]

The 20th to be exact, yeah I said I

Got this down to a [T] when I outwardly upset a

Faggot, a tranny, now are y'all gonna slam me?

'Cause I'm ambling along and said some shit with a bit of gravity?

Get everyone mad at me, all these little flowers wanting to stab me

But I'm happy, 'cause it means my babbling's grown from a little sapling

Got me a fuck you tree, I don't care what the fuck you mean

I'm a lucky fiend, I don't care what the fuck you see

When you look at me, 'cause I grew from a fucked up seed

I'm just crook you see, in my mind and it's good to be

Who the fuck you think, would have the time to spin these fucked up rhymes?

They multiply by nine every chucked up line

It's hard to find somebody who's so divine

He can mass murder a herd of words without it being a crime

But at the same time I'm on trial for some of the shit that I know

Like how to rape the alphabet like a bee getting fucked by a rhino

Stretch that hole wide open, hope the audience is like Beethoven

So they don't hear their mistake when the gates open