Dissertation no. 1

[Verse 1: Mondo The Alien]
I spit different with a gratuitous mic
You move goofy what you doin ain't right
You play pretend copy you do what I might
High kdr I killed two in a night
Rocked the mushroom earrings dressed fresh like a sapling
Sweet like maple syrup drip this fit is what is happening
I wrote the book and did a tour on it, press junket tap in
This shit make the b boys happy, copped my tape on datpiff
Got the kids scared stiff, bitch did you make sycamore?
Live from the microwave, cook classics behind this kitchen door
Two spliffs in, think I might just roll 50 more
I don't think you understand, bitch did you make sycamore?
I'm like Matt Murdock cuz I'm blind to this bullshit
And deep down inside, got the devil in a bullpen
Talent like Marc Spector, cuz I'm 3 bitches in one
Oh baby a triple, I killed 3 bitches and won

[Verse 2: Cake!]
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[Verse 3: robin's ghost]
This a dissertation on how to ruin lives
Me & I reminisce about how I ruined mine
The kids are rarely tryin these days yet we spewing fire
The kids are stomping old heads, but they was due in time
(I hope you fuckin go to hell bro)
Oh, that’s too kind!
I'm still the same bitter kid, did you think I'd change?
Do you really feel that way?
Cause it don’t seem much
Seen a thousand worlds but I don’t really seem to dream much
Broke a knee from the trashing
Pull up to the spot from the window like what’s happening
Pour a hundred brews like, yo I ain’t been happier!
But, what’s the deal?
What’s the secret?
Seems I can’t be happier
Laughing back to back as i arrive to this conclusion
That my movements fruitless
Sugar free solution cure my cephalalgicality
I'm off the beat like it’s my meds
I cannot sleep I think I'm dead