And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy
Hanging out the woods, famz nigaa just ask me
I'm hunting these wimps, one after another
Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir
I am a lyrical criminal hunting your kids outside of middle school
So now he sacrificed his adolesence turned his image to a ghoul
Magic stick hunting magic tricks.
It's moe, all i need is more chips
You're so white, my blinkers don't work
In the woods outside on the dirt
Bearing the knowledge that, our brothers in africa are hunting resource
Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce
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