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The Abreact LP

by Isic Strans

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released 25 April 2011
MIXING & MASTERING BY: Isic Strans, Damon Ortiz & Sinical ( www.soundclick.com/sinical )
COVER ART BY: Ry-Spirit ( www.facebook.com/RySpiritArt )
COVER TEXT BY: Damon Pollard ( www.facebook.com/damonp1 )
INTRUMENTALS BY: pacemaker, BeanOne, Phoenix (of the SoundKillers), engineer, TrackOfficialz, allaroundproductions, BangerCommittee, John RudeBwoy Blaze, 6th Sense, beatsantique & djezi

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Track Name: Ur A Clown
goofy as hell, destined to fail
drink 'til i can't feel i might as well
nice as i seem, no self-esteem
made it a lyric as if you can't tell

you're a clown (i know) x2
you're a clown (i know this isn't nothin' new)

sit in my room, matters to whom
hidin' my face i think i'm doctor doom
tryin' to shroom, save me a trip
if that's what you call it 'cause i'm not so hip

[chorus]

yawnin' awake, what is this state
i never eat 'cause we don't have no plates
losin' my weight, what do i care
look in the mirror really miss my hair

[chorus]

now ya'll can suck my expletive and fill in the blank
and i ain't got no balloons but i got that helium tank
got me weak, and light-headed your beat, i might shred it for free
or i might charge you a fee, like a g, maybe 3
so quit pesterin' me, and quit messagin' me
i flow effortlessly, you stink jealousy reeks
that inner envy got you actin' unfriendly
not the one to aggrivate a beef you better not tempt me
i'm disgusted with me, and i'm disgusted with you
all while i'm comfortably numb, so i got nothin' to lose
i'm a fuse and i'm lit, but check the fire it's greek
so try to to drown me be astounded i don't die in the sea
so i'ma pout and i'ma shout and i'm whine on a beat
i'll find an island build a house 'cause i ain't signin' no lease
don't even try it with me, you won't convince me with tricks
not really sick with the scripts, i'm really sick 'cause i'm sick, this is it

end of the song, leave with a bang
you're from the burbs so why you talkin' slang
claimin' i'm well, don't need your help
through all of my loathing really love myself

[chorus] x2
Track Name: Get Your Feel Good
so the weeks been withstood
get your girl get your feel good
got your crib got your paper stacked
cold drink in your hand while you play the track, yo

[chorus]


get home pooped out kick your shoes off
turn the mood down, get your brew on
lazy boy for the lazy boys
girl hops on got her makin crazy noise
its a, nice day and i can't complain
i'ma missy type dude can't stand the rain
wanna ruin my parade but i'm too damn vicious
water drop sound make a new dance with it
this don't knock then im sorry your sheep
bacardi on my pillow dawg party in my sleep
hailin' from east, conceived in the west
and my primary concern is relievin' my stress
cuz i'd rather go skate then dedicate hate to
somebody i don't know rappers be thankful
petty words can't damage me
you say my name on a track you're a fan of me

[chorus] x2

take a load off stuff your mouth today
kiss your spouse today, you can slouch today
do away with the proper, say what you wanna
or save it for later hakuna matata
throw shots back beer pong toss those
to my lost ones see you at the cross roads
you still pourin them 40s we off that
bottle at my homeboys grave of cogniac
and im way too high to get down today
nights full of silence and it's soundin' great
and the kids still grinnin' even if i'm not winnin'
human so i'm sinnin', this is the beginnin' of
a legacy and i'm ready as i'll ever be
i'm not competin' so you'll never be ahead of me
the flows got you feelin' stupid warm
isic thc in music form

[chorus] x2
Track Name: Addams Family Girl
she looks like she died
but there's somethin' about her man i swear she got that look in her eye
hey, this could be a sign
i know she cooks in a giant pot, eyes spiders and rotten
rottweilers but i think she's so stylish
she's so deep she don't speak she's conservin' the words
and i'ma creep on the creep but that's flirtin' to her
i fall in love every single time i hear her talk that ish
a white explosion "what?" i let her pop that zit and i say

so i admit that it's kinda strange
what can i do 'cause it's in my brain
i want an addams family girl
an addams family girl

[chorus]


i'm sittin at the table, but i ain't eatin dinner
i'm lookin' at the mama, ripe melons in the winter
i'm a man i'm a man, it's not wrong to want
so fix the slit in your dress it's not long enough
so what your old and i'm young, it's attractive i feel you
and she got a death stare that'll actually kill you
flat black lipstick, i'm tryna get that bop
and i'll turn over in my grave as long as you're on top
and i say

[chorus] x2

normal girls i don't want them broads
i wanna be raul's son in law
have a little kid grow frankie tall
or a girl that can't cook and just eats raw
is it weird that i'm fearless,
and i wanna be your experiment
everytime you look in the mirror it
don't reflect and it's so eerie i
love that i want that, gonna hit a blunt with
the uncle hunchback, chillin' the basement
feelin so faced and a case of the munchies
beetle stew? not really hungry
so from your hair down to your greasy mattress
want my last name A, like a jeezy adlib and i say

[chorus] x2
Track Name: Say I'm Never Gonna
wanna test my grind wanna check my plan
ima dr do little nigga yes i can
get some checks ima bless my fam
boss type homie ima set standard
so keep on wavin til your hands hurt
i won't pack nothin ima damn nerd
smooth when i'm enterin
but let the ladies in the first i'ma gentlemen
so if flop ima flop, wait lemme stop
when i drop ima rocket so nigga watch
not a jay not a pac little em, not a lot
gotta cook, little b gotta mix in my pot
i break mics but ill fix a computer
name starts with a i im the future
you just gettin what i used to be on
and if you only here to hate please move it along cuz

say im never gonna, but i'm gonna do it
im too busy doin what i what i want
you gon see me gamin, you gon hear the music
and thats really only what i what i want

[chorus]

(im just here havin fun and
what you think i can't do i'll prove you wrong) [repeat]

i joke a lot, the flows is hot
the chicas get bothered like i broke em off
then these niggas get edgey like they smokin' rock
but i dont wanna be the king you can hold the top
so why you whorin' attention, boys on a mission
you love math, but avoid my division
you ain't usin' the things you were given
when you was flirt textin i was spittin
my prophecies written in egyptian
if its too hot get the fuck out the kitchen
listen, i'm lifted and i'm gifted you welcome
the kids here merry christmas
md chillin and dc chillin each beat killin
the mc villain, stop not willin, so yall stop grillin
broke as fuck now but im feelin' like a million

[chorus] x2

with a pretty a bittie in the summer
she hummers in a hummer
she beggin me for money but i'm never gonna front her
she thinkin that i'm funny til i tell i her i don't want her
and she won't ever trap me cuz i always use a rubber
im greedy and im stuntin get the fuck up out my bubble
ain't ever gonna love you so save it with the trouble
i double my grindin, never rewindin, check who im signed with
indie "i like it"
i wanna die in the sky never buried
with my cake stacked high never married
i'ma analyst, i'm a rare breed
and i ain't braggin i'm musically sharing
i make plans and i, i make anthems
the roof ain't on fire cuz i like rain dancin'
hot and im cold and im stoppin the show
and what i'm gonna do, you already know

[chorus] x2
Track Name: B.I.T.B.
im in the burbs and i spend every weekend
drinkin and geekin, i dont think i
would ever trade it for anything else so
keep on hatin' cause i can see why
you feel the envy, cause you ain't got the. things i got and
you don't like me
but that's alright cause im the livin' life, the money i spend
everythings so free


i'm black and i talk white you so mad at it
adult and i can't drive, but it don't matter though
if i don't have any dough then i'ma fix that faster
than the road runner goes and spend all of it
cause i'm not givin a shit, and i won't change what i do
so talk shit with your friends cause i'm not thinkin of you
and these and people include, you tight jean rockin bitches
who can barely even breath when ya move, and know
it's abreact, and i be the, type that your girlfriend likes
when you think she's wifed, finna creep at night
and you meet me like, "wow shelly you were right gees he's nice"
any beef that starts, gets nipped in the bud,
young kids skippin' for fun and sniffin' them drugs
get drunk trippin' in public, piss in a bush
my middle names eugune finna switch it to kush ya know

[chorus]

i take a small bag of weed and i flip it around
rename it and upcharge i ain't usin' a scale
and i dont usually sell, but i figured well
might as well take advantage cause you know that i ain't goin' to jail
so fuck it
im not the type that be makin them claims
aight... i am the type that be makin them claims
and i don't claim that im wayne cuz he be wastin his dough
i be urinatin' on females makin' it rain
you start some shit and you might get jumped
and our definition of jumpeds 25 vs 1
and if you got that fiend, then you can come to the trap house
in disguise cuz the traphouse is a frat house
so anyone who be thinkin' i front, this is me
layin the shit out just so you bums can see
that i'm shallow fuck there really isn't much to me

[chorus]
Track Name: Backup Plan (Interlude)
stress from my pops cuz i aint got no back up
but a basket won't hold all of these eggs that i got
i never graduated but im still gon soar
grown man off the books like the beatnuts were
ima talk while im silent, master direction
every which way i'ma rise while im fallin'
fall while i'm risin' left while i'm rightin'
leave the page blank when you expect me to write shit
its surprisin', cuz you hesitate to give me love
unless one of these lame niggas cosigns me
but in your private time you tryin to flow like me
playin me down like i'm alright you don't mind me
i put my life put my death put the game on it
that you first with a shirt with my name on it
human torch my shit it's straight flames on it
tracks dumb out and yet i leave brains on em
give you everything i have on a mixtape makin' smart cool
in that prince ea way
peace to my dope niggas that don't get play
peace to my nerd niggas that don't get play
we in here, it's our year shine 'til we vex 'em
cuz who the fuck knows we could die in the next one
and if the radio won't play my jam then fuck it
i am whatever you say i am
Track Name: You Better Duck Me
if i dont get my way im yellin ah ah ah
if somethins in the way im yellin why why why why
i'm kinda crazy, you better duck me, you better duck me, you better duck me


sporadic addict in a attic sniffin pens and shit
two middle fingers on my face just so you censor it
full offensiveness excuse my actions though
apologize for them, because they're tentative
and automatically i'm flippin' on that crazy switch
behavin like i am caucasian i was raised with them
is he a mason or, is he a satanist
he keeps on referencin' them whites he's on that racist shit
but it's a habit i can't help it you can deal with it
cuz when that needles on that record you gon feel this
shit
you'll get the spins a bit, puke in that rental whip
you wanna get me rich, inform your friends of this or

[chorus]

im in a jacket with a locket full of pins and shit
im tryna bribe the pig with keys outside to lend me them
he says i'm harmful though, i think ya'll harmin' me
i'm generous i leave my victims with an arm a piece
so introverted i be talkin' to the wall for kicks
perverted got my dick in hand when i go to talk to chicks
some of them fall for him, some of them gawk at him
some of them hate his fuckin' guts and wanna brawl with him
cuz when i'm doin me i'm stupid might just ruin you
i'm warnin you to get to duckin' like im shootin you
my shits confusin' you, my shits a rubics cube
you see me lose my cool, that shits a cue for you cuz

[chorus]
Track Name: 6 In A Row ft. Bossmack Topsoil
greene eyes, style with some knee highs
leanin with my hand in the air like TI's
introduce myself to you rappers as demise
cream pie your queen on a queen size and sleep on the clean side
my spittin is unpredictably honest
you get sick and you vomit then it's mission accomplished
ill geek kill beats trill when i speak
ain't city but keep it gritty like hillbillys teeth
knuckle up your dutch the blunt sampler
you call it stealin i call it fund transfer
cunts dancin only when i give em permission to
im friskin boobs like my hands are invisible
kiddin you, if i tried that every copabe on me
rodney'd in a holiday lobby
on holiday probably, cuffed and tried
crack sprinkled on my chest so it's justified

cause i always got a bitch in the clip

i be makin bottles pop whisky skotch and vodka shots
drinks are like a tyrone bigums diet got a lotta rocks
girls savin no face invadin' my space
im testin if they're faithful but they keep on makin mistakes
u see i show em where the liquors at, they quickly get rid of that
and if they get too twisted the kid'll give em a piggyback
hydrate like a IV, have her feelin lively, bitch you got free ride
now you finna ride me
swinger like i'm spiderman, heineken inside my hands higher
than the empire and likin' how your wifey dance
it would be biting, if reciting what i'm flyer than
plus keep a frying pan if you niggas tryna ham
the best of yall are extra soft, so you peep my shit
and its feelin meth withdrawal
sexed your broad for kicks while she left you home
and she said you was mad pussy better check your draws

cause i always got a bitch in the clip

party crash, put a median in lovers lane
make you sucker lame mother fuckers drive the other way
you shouldn't worry 'bout the name that my mother gave
killin' you inside when you die you won't want a grave
i trumph, eyes redded like i cried but
cold to the core swear to god i must've died once
in my lab twisted as shit with a dumb bag, puff
and i'll pass when he admits that his time has
i'm flippin' the script to the white half
flippin' the bird to the high-hats get my drift, you can sign that
i'm just an honest jerk, doin' blue collar work
with some green sticky that stinks worst than hollister
i'm only fuckin' you groupie bitches i'm not a flirt
not a father neither no chidlren, but i gotta squirt
your girlfriend be on that ho shit
homie leave a sticky note all upon her jeans, fucka post-it
Track Name: They Don't Really Like Me
oh no, get him a container and quick
but you could weld me in a box and im escapin that bitch
oh no, put him in a lane make him fit
but im the oil to your water puttin a strain on the mix
oh yeah, im usin every tool that i can
and id apologize but i just love to screw with your plans
oh yeah, you wish i was a fool of a man
youll catch me on some rock n roll because
im cool with the bands
fuck you, abreact is breakin your grip
my middle fingers acrobatic peep the way that it flips
fuck you, randomly i sift through the blogs
i keep my ear to the streets, and people whisper a lot

they're sayin, i don't really like him (let's try to cut him off) ~

stoppin the clock, shootin the press im bout to cause
a misdeamener
hitin you up with the venom that you spout and make you sip
the ether
crawl before walk you learn to scratch and now you clawin and
gotten way to talkative it's time to make you crawl again
turn you to a froggy prince, minature and pocket size
and the only way to break the spell is if you find a cock
to kiss
im cleanin you out im on my squeegie shit
so you can drink diarrhea from a petry dish

they really want, to kick me out
and shut me up, and rip me off
timb to your dome, you'll feel the pain
i'll mush your brain, i'll show you soft ~

[chorus]
Track Name: Sweet Revenge... Again
meet jeff hes the king of the school
and its like dude was conceived to be evil and rude
hes typical stock jock hot shot with the freshest car
right and wrong not installed in his repertoir
it's only right he was datin' a barbie,
didn't just pick on his classmates, pulled on em harshly
god would join up with satan if he ever said sorry
which brings us to his primary victim, meet tommy
tommy was nerdy read headed and boney
and if he has a soul then jeffs drainin it slowly
everyday jeff would take all his milk duds
and recently he left a used condom in his milk jug
call him camel, that straw broke his friggin' back
kidid had it and he prayed that god help him get him back
tommy poured all of his faith in them light rays
and to his aid came jeffs unfortunate friday
tommy was off school and expected to babysit at his neighbors crib
house number 2086
but he ain't know they had a son who was mischevous
like to hit the numbers around flip em and play with em
so tommy got a little lost when he tried to find
the house cause to him it read twenty 89
so he walked aorund and found it right number house
thinkin' success? nope, in the wrong complex
rang the door, shoulda seen the red shade on em
to his amazement he was greeted by a naked chick
she was wasted and she told him he was kind of cute and hastefully pulled him inside sayin' what shed like to do
he was so nervous was feelin' like hurlin'
and right then, he realized, this was jeffs girlfriend
long story short it was a wild kinda night
and if this shit was a movie he prolly would've smiled like...

sweet revenge, there's no need for me to wait for karma
i can rest, knowing i just did what nature oughta
i won't lie, as of right now i am feeling guilty
syke i lied, there's no way that you make me feel guilty

meet joe james, pays dues as a trashman
and as his name implies hes pretty average
walks with a lean and dont seem to keen but you still love him cause he keeps the bathrooms clean
except steve, he don't ever charge hes a fuckin jerk for free
throws trash, by the can, missin' it, purposely
dirty feet just so joe will have to clean again
and never fails to tell him hes a worthless a piece of shit
he slacks saturdays cause the boss travels out of state
but this'd be the day that that'd change
steve walks in bathroom smokin' a blunt admirin' his own reflection
like "i do what i want
a familiar voice answers him like, not on my time
that's when steve's nice high takes a sky dive
im your boss, i disguise when i do my work evaluation
oh and by the way, your terminated

[chorus]
Track Name: Live In Summer
i won't die, i live in the summer
the day will shine, and endless summer
and we don't want, to the end the summer
and i might go when the summer ends, summer ends..

[chorus]

we outside hittin' bars in the group
you see summer bein' the best isn't arguable
we got theme parks and pools, barbecues
shark week track meets lunch starts at 2
can't forget the pretty girls in their halter tops
and the malls the spot, where we all collect
you see people of every color like a large college
under alcohols influence so they talk a lot
but yo it's cool fam, so don't fret i ain't mad at you
cause i be gone off the goose a lot and i babble too
but get yourself some h20 ice cold, don't forget your iphone
and make sure you got a ride home
cuz you don't wanna have an accident in summertime
cuz in the summertime all you wanna do is drive
top down with the wind in your hair
smugger than you've ever been not givin a care

[chorus] x2

you a worker or you got a business?
miss your bus stop, you can walk to work and your happy with it
firey skies on the 4th of july
senior week make an oops go to court and get tried
its all greatness, feelin like everything makes sense
runnin with your ipod in your aasics
you at the club debit card as your payment
i would like cherry bombs please ima take six
extended fam that'll kick it with me
there's no gettin in the game if im missin a team
everybody's so supportive so i'm livin the dream
even if i never blow still livin the dream
in the summertime, id say its fair to assess
that the skies the most blue and the airs the best
let it off your chest, kick back and take a seat
you can stay right there if you never wanna leave cause

[chorus] x2
Track Name: Runs With The Bad Crowd
cuz he runs with the bad crowd
he's tatted up and drinkin beer
and he's mad now
you were neglectful
it's too late to be talkin it over again
it's too late to be talkin it over again

he's young and he's stupid
he don't know what, he's doin'
he's abusin' and he's juicin'
got no license but he's cruisin'
his rebllions lost the cuteness now his jets in need of coolin
upset and needed soothin he expected you do it cuz
you parents need improvement yet you blame it on the music
youtubin' so you cued in, no sense in actin' foolish
so where did you lose em, just when did stray too
you set the example, by bein unfaithful
cuz you play all night and you sleep all day
you treat your baby like a man so he's gone away
it's safe to say, your powers gone
you bound through blood but not for long

[chorus]

skintight jeans she's 15 seen it in a magazine
make up on her face she likes to steal it when
her mamas leaves
all her friends are 22, usin' her for money too
why you playin dumb when this is happenin in front of you
the kid'll learn, only if you teach the kid
if you show no concern, you let the evil in
and then you cause a snowball, you leavin blood on those walls
you never got your phone on so really who can she call
because your lifes so good while your girls
she's in the shiverin' cold it's the world we live
her mothers gone, and your no father
her actions scream but who's gonna stop her

cuz she runs with the bad crowd
she's doin and drugs and havin' sex
and she's sad now
you were neglectful
it's too late to be talkin it over again
it's too late to be talkin it over again
Track Name: Greet You, Leave You
so we have, ms unemotional, she aint for dramatics
sellin herself short even though her worth is chamberland status
bump your personality, she just thinks your attractive
i repeat myself it's like my brain is inactive
avoidin' the pain of attachment blamin' the past events
so you has beens are famous in that sense
she ain't got no strain to react to
she remains in the same lame lane, it's plain straight and it's stagnant
so jaded, with no faith in the whole nation
soul achin, cause you old snakes are just so blatant
no one reads between the lines, only thinkin' in their minds
how to get between her legs we all thinkin' that it's fine
and it's fine, by the social standard, but i reach out
open hands and i show some manners, nice to meet you, i like your smile
and i like your style, she freezes like what i just said
turned her life around

so hi, goodbye
i'll leave you as i great you
it seems that i'm beneath you
we'll never know, you'll never know

[chorus]

party scene, lots of alcohol, horny yells
big smile concealin her face, no loreal
but really who can tell, it's like it doesn't matter now like
this is what lifes about, and she'll just ride it out
it's kind of saddening, that she don't even have to think
she replies with a faceade automatically
bs here, tolerate tolerate, sex here, repeat it next year hey
she's got it made
now we dont even call it vanity, it's the norm, the shell of your former
self contains your humanity
the shell of your current selfs borderline insanity, but im livin in fantasy
so who am i man to speak
i'm just hopeful that you're still true, and your safe front hasn't become the
real you, and killed the real you
cause apathy isn't as great as it seems, it was nice talkin' to you,
now i'll be taking my leave

[chorus] x2
Track Name: Label Fncked
geekin like im on a weed binge laughin
label support for artist is equal to a tree twig
they call it full proof can't fail with it
nice new suits keep the snake scales hidden
you have a dream they envision a void
taylor made shoes maskin the slitherin noise ssss
i'm here to scrape you, rape you of stocks
metal gear solid put you snake's in a box
BITCH, i don't want your card i ain't interested and
BITCH i just act like a tard i ain't ignorant
i know your recipe you eyeball checks
yall manifest destinyed a tribe called quest yall be
drainin every bit of cheese til theres no cheddar
every young dope nigga that don't know better
so take your contracts set em in the trash can
welcome to the age of the educated black man

so what's the deal

what you got what your story whats your stance nigga
whats your plan whats your gimmick whats your dance nigga
papers cut and it wakes you up
but now they got you by the balls and you label fucked

so let 'em know

whats your whats your whats your stance nigga
whats your plan whats your gimmick whats your dance nigga
papers cut and it wakes you up
but now they got you by the balls and you label fucked

take every cheap prick with a 360 deal
cop a g6 rent and invent some wheels
steel spikes so thick got the rims concealed
mince meat you little bitches til the engine squeels
ill douse you a and rs, in a and w
then take a bumble bee nest place it in front of you
your ass gets stung i laugh it up, re-enact the mcauly
scene as a happy one
hows it feel bein helpless, a selfish life is only cool
when it don't affect someone elses
so don't ask, i can't say yes
you climbin to the top with a man-made step
ill flip that script, and change the experience
im steppin on you bitches like a cheerlead pyramid
so take your contracts set em in the trash can
welcome to the age of the educated black man

[chorus]

you cake off, an artist and make
enough paper to resurrect the tree it was made from
welcome to america land of the squeeze every ounce from a man
til he stands on his knees
you got hot buzz, then it's all love if you on a label
until somebody's locked up
then its his fault and yos mad bitter
emcee who? i don't know that nigga
then life goes on, your quotes on twitter
niggas lookin at a ghost in that photo witcha
so they pick bones, until the shits known
yall got a case of won't help you syndrome
and dont bail them out despite income
so fucka bailer somebody should put you in one
so take your contracts set em in the trash can
welcome to the age of the educated black man

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Track Name: Welcome To The Rap Show
greetings my spineless friends
oh and what a fickle group we have today
we're here to preserve monotony and generaly displeasurable
sounds


like this now, pretend it's good
i know you don't, but you still should
so everybody welcome to the rap show
ride that train, and tell your friends
they hop on too, there is no end
so everybody welcome to the rap show

i been workin on my craft, but i got a couple worries
concernin me
rappers actin like i'm tryna join a fuckin' fraternity
feelin hype dawg cuz you disabled me on your like wall
tight jawed siphonin white salt from mike's balls
they're politicin but see that i'm not rockin' with em
so there's opposition from popularity competitions
you would figure by now kids
rockin promise rings and identical outfits
glistenin cuticles, hands locked skippin' in unicon
while i slide through timbs laced kicks to the uterus
sayin i suck now, think you insultin me
wanna cut down, mother fucker aim at your artery
it's a clubhouse cut the malarky b
spittin' on you, hold your breath waitin for a sorry
or pardon me
softcore, claim you holdin' them 4 4s
when you can't even hold a decent flow on a 4 4
bunch of stupid trash and got nothin' to do with rappin
so we into music makin or we in a beauty pageant
we into kickin' asses or we into future fashion
"he's not part of the clique you should start booin'
at him"
i know i sound like slim, that's irrelevant dude
and if i sound bite him, i'm still better than you
so set on on hecklin' rules you won't ever improve
when i'm wired? use your music as a sedative duke

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you're fat-headed and you ego-flex
rappers on that mad jel like a guido fest
and cancer to me, consider me the cemo threat
fuck your food money im about to eat yo check (bitch)
"but abreact that's my money that's not fair"
it was never yours you were holdin it til i got here
it hurts to say that you hurt my soul
and ima choke you with the fabric now curtains closed

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