Write Whatever Pops Into Your Mind Type Shit

[Hook]

I wasn't always like this;
I used to be gone like;
Make every line a punch line tip!
But now I write quick!
On that;
Write whatever pops into your mind type shit!

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[Verse 1]

I don't relate to; anybody in my age group
If you're in your early 20's I hate you
Take 'shrooms and decorate rooms
It ain't fruit when I say I eat brain food
Zombie, Make moves that are dodgy
Off key; all hell breaks loose from me
Take your money; you can hate or love me
They say I'm nutty cause I think that games in funny games are funny
Indeed, I got that pimp steeze
Only time I say please to a bitch is; bitch please
Show no respect! Have sex
Give you a dirty sanchez and pass you an andrex
Badly dressed, no fashion sense
On special occasions;
I don't dress to impress, I dress like I'm decorating
Socially awkward; if you ring my phone I'll ignore it

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[Verse 2]

All work and no play makes fred a Dull boy
All work and no play makes fred a Dull boy
I'm bored; Collaborate? That's crazy talk
I'm straight up raw; Freestyle a verse you paid me for
(Ha ha)
The fans love me!
Rap's a joke! (And I'm not even that funny!)
Don't have money, no control of my life;
I'm in the drivers seat, but I'm a crash dummy
I'm Cruger; I'll grab a gat and shoot ya
Bazuka your verruca with an actual bazooka
Blow your legs off; How's it feel?
When they put you in a wheelchair; I'll roll you down a hill
Chill!
Fuck a TV guide!
I'm on my PC high;
Watching 3D pipes!
(WOOAH!!!!!)
When I'm awake; I'm sleepy
I plan to take it easy and make a Lazy EP

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Won't stop until the weekly amount of
Jobseekers Allowance reaches a thousand
I'm free-styling, the Lazy EP;
Cause it's too Lazy to be an album
Rapping ain't hard
Everyone's whack
(And I'm even whacker than they are!)
I'm bored
So awkward to interact with;
You're better off talking a different language
It's no difference; I won't listen to what you're saying
I wander off mid conversation
You wear make-up and a bra
I'll punch you so hard;
You'll need the make-up to cover your scars
And I can't drive, but I'll run you down fast
And leave you like Cape Fear under my car
Raggo; me and rap go like;
Stan Hope, pancho on the Man Show

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