Everybody seems to misread every sentence
The superhero with the karl malone tendons/
I'll give ya post traumatic stress disorder as my rhymes kill ya
But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada
I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome
Aint see stockton or malone
In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot
Karl malone called her a little mexican, but he never won a chip
Im the lyrical hangman this post the rope
Hi my name is bob and i work at my job
And i ain't talking rap, man, i'm coming up this road
Post it to they head, leave em a mental note
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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