Kick back

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Let’s kick our shoes off and bemuse youse with this tune,
It’d be surprising if I didn’t reach the sky or moon soon,
Fused rap and hip-hop and then popped it like a balloon,
Three in one, trees need sun to grow, photosynthesis,
Infamous for my viciousness, famous for my dissidence,
I still haven’t fully developed, still in my chrysalis,
Going through metamorphosis, losing all innocence,
Y’all the same, still stuck in those parentheses,
So you can call me distinctive,
Now starting on all the criticism I get,
All this racism and barbarism, death threats,
I’ll just beget more hate, more sales on my cassette,
Bring something you won’t forget,
This song playing on your headset,
Got you in a cold sweat, duck under your duvets,
Going undercover, hiding from my skin colour,
Saw me and started stuttering,
Now take this dick sucker, that’s today’s supper,
I know you would rather blow me than your lover,
Kind of a wonder, turn the ladies into blushers,
Someones under my seat looking up my dress!
Call the usher, no one can do that, unless,
It’s Fleatie, oh sorry, tell the usher to egress,
Well if it really is Fleatie, i might as well undress,
 
Kick back and do some hotboxes,
Look at all these obnoxious men gossip,
Toxicity dripping out of them like faucets,
I don’t have time for them, not enough watches,
But I do have a pistol in my pocket,
Maybe that’ll convince them to shut it,
Kick back and do some hotboxes,
Look at all these obnoxious men gossip,
Toxicity dripping out of them like faucets,
I don’t have time for them, not enough watches,
But I do have a pistol in my pocket,
Maybe that’ll convince them to shut it,
 
Born when Obama was still in office,
He had his dick in everyone's oral orifice,
Ominous feeling that he had evil intentions,
What he did was a contravention of his own laws,
I want vengeance for all the chaos he caused,
Y’all can put your hand together and applause,
But I can see him past his deceiving facade,
Now it wasn’t a slip of the tongue,
When I said you should go get hung,
Or go bungee jumping without the cord,
I may be getting ignored, but I make myself heard,
May sound absurd that someone this young wants good for the world,
Or that I want some people barred and some spared,
Want to spar some for going too far, some wanna blow us with a tsar,
One makes cars and tries to get us on Mars,
How about we fix earth before shooting for the stars,
It’s like a game of musical chairs,
Soon as I stop, people stop doing the job that’s theirs,
That’s why I keep heirs, keep the world safe for ages,
No war here no ares,
Let’s keep it fair and square, give everyone a fair share,
That makes me omnipotent, i’ve got to implement,
My power against the malevolent, and reward the benevolent,
Abolitionist of the imprisonment of some who are innocent,
Stop the discrimination you insignificant,
Your persona isn’t legitimate, i’ve got to individuate,
If I want to stop this unnatural division,
 
Kick back and do some hotboxes,
Look at all these obnoxious men gossip,
Toxicity dripping out of them like faucets,
I don’t have time for them, not enough watches,
But I do have a pistol in my pocket,
Maybe that’ll convince them to shut it,
Kick back and do some hotboxes,
Look at all these obnoxious men gossip,
Toxicity dripping out of them like faucets,
I don’t have time for them, not enough watches,
But I do have a pistol in my pocket,
Maybe that’ll convince them to shut it,
 
My Four Four is drawn and it’s not an equation,
It’s a good tool for persuasion,
Shoot your head out, ablation,
If you’re on the wrong end of it, no negotiation,
Test my patience and it’ll start blazing,
When it goes off you’ll feel a vibration,
You won’t be alive for a long duration,
Dig you out of your grave, excavation,
Sell you to nutcases who have a fascination,
With the human body and how it works,
They make a living off inspecting corpses,
I never said they weren’t berserks,
But being a necrophilic does have it’s perks,
At least it won’t gag when my dick is in its pharynx,
Yeah, guess what? I’m also a nutcase,
But I gave you music that brings a smile to your face,
And you don’t know what it takes to be in my place,
So just keep quiet about me and my race,
 
Kick back and do some hotboxes,
Look at all these obnoxious men gossip,
Toxicity dripping out of them like faucets,
I don’t have time for them, not enough watches,
But I do have a pistol in my pocket,
Maybe that’ll convince them to shut it,
Kick back and do some hotboxes,
Look at all these obnoxious men gossip,
Toxicity dripping out of them like faucets,
I don’t have time for them, not enough watches,
But I do have a pistol in my pocket,
Maybe that’ll convince them to shut it,

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