Trash rappers getting wiped out like mr. clean
50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen
And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip
So they just call me mr. fantastic
Mr. rebel don’t give a fuck
Bitches is artificially duck
Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim
People thought it was mr bruce wayne
Cause i am a rap master mr. buster
Couple years later they had my brother
Mr mathers is the man
Yeah, the kid in this thang
The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder
Mr. lucifer, you're no fucking lucifer!
Wanna know what i been through, what you into
Mr coleman, i'm coming for you
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