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    Default THIS IS WHAT THE DEVIL PLAYS BEFORE HE GOES TO SLEEP [IF HE LISTENED TO RADIO EDITS]

    Some food for thought some food for death, go 'head and SPORKIN' eat
    My father's dead well I don't know, we'll never FORKIN' meet
    I cut my wrist and play piano cause I'm so depressed
    Somebody call the pastor, this BLACK BARD is so posessed
    This meetin' just begun, NYUKKA I'm Satan's son

    My mother raised me a single parent so it's apparent
    That I got love for my mother, none of you other BROTHAS
    Are much important I'm gettin' angrier while recordin'
    I'm feelin' like the Bulls, I've got a Gang of Wolves
    Odd Future is children that's GUNKED up on they mental
    Simple but probably not, HOOK 'em

    I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as A TRUCK
    Drunk white girls the only way I'll get my WHAT sucked
    Suspended from school coolest KIDDO without effort
    Easy to spot like black HEFFAS with fake leopard
    Soak me up like SPONGEBOB, but keep the lamp on
    Cause this album packs enough evil
    That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

    I go from AP to JC inside a FLIPPIN' week
    Wakin' up with random girls like "Yo, CHICK, how the HECK we meet?"
    I stay with grandma, she always ITCHIN' about her carpet
    Every time I walk inside the house, she always tend to start IT
    No to drugs I never spark it, I used to be bullied for honors classes
    By those slow as molasses, take this CRAP to school

    Raquel treat me like my father like a DARN stranger
    She still don't know I made Sarah to strangle her
    Not put her in danger and chop her up in the back of a Wrangler
    All because she said no to homecomin', demons runnin'
    Inside my head tellin' me evil thoughts
    I'm the dream catcher but nothin' but nightmares I caught, go to sleep

    I wear green hats because I'm fortunately lucky
    SHOOT me the monster said, some how the monster's dead
    Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil
    With this state of mind, big moves, max keeble
    I'm on my grind feeble, my music is evil
    My BUMPIN' samples are too illegal, play this SPIT in church

    I graduated without honors or a DARN father
    He died, no KID, don't even ASK OR bother
    I wanted a brother my mother I told her
    But instead I got a sister, just like me with her mister nada
    So both of our imaginations are creations of the MESSY situation
    That's havin' our brains racin' like Dayton, wearin' some TRICKED OUT heelies

    I know you REALLY feel me, I want to QUICKLY kill me
    But 'times I'm so serious you think I'm silly
    I'm doin' Big Style Willy couldn't touch 11
    Seven. What's religion FELLA? I am Legend
    I roll with skaters and musicians with an intuition
    I created O.F. cause I feel we're more talented
    Than 40 year old rappers talkin' 'bout Gucci
    When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressin' their peers
    With the same problem, the only way to solve them
    Is to go to Father's Day convention with a gold revolver
    Life's a salad I'mma toss it eat that SPIN up, Rick Ross it
    POOP it out, bag it up sell it, I'm so DANG rebellious
    Cause my mother let me do what I want
    She wasn't careless, protective she is the bear
    The STUFF is so bare, my diary isn't hid
    My father didn't give a HOOT, so it's somethin' I inherit
    My mother's all I have so it's never meet the parents
    When Danielle or Malonda decide to FORKIN' share
    This confused boy, I wanna hug all ya, I’m bad for you kids to listen to
    Soy is not the choice, I'm bad milk, drink it

    My wrist is all red from the cutter
    Drippin' cold blood like the winter, the summer
    Is never that's equivalent to me and Sarah
    Well that's not her name, but I think this GAME is clever
    My HOMIES wanna know if I'm BUMPIN', if I'm kissin'
    But I'm sittin' here downin' beers simply just wishin'
    With tear they try to tell me but I never listen
    Cause I don't give a HOOT like sittin' down pissin'
    Eighteen, still talkin' to imaginaries
    Hopefully they see the talent I carry just like Jimmy
    Losers can never win me, you can never offend me
    My goal in life is a Grammy, hopefully momma will attend the
    Ceremony with all my homies, I'm suicidal
    This my Zombie Circus, I hope the majors heard this
    SCRATCH a deal, I just want my father's email
    So I can tell him how much I hate him in detail
    Last edited by The Last Baron; Mar 1, 2011 at 05:11 PM.

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    tl;dr

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    Salad in same line as Rick Ross, I saw.

    Da BOSS Fresh Choice plate. Go back for like 100 more. What is it?!

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