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I'm a telepathic, psychopathic, crack addict, goin to band practice in an abandoned addict, asked my mom to grab my back pack and pack it with a book of match sticks, a package of plastic explosive, no onell notice, flow atrocious, spewing noxious obnoxious fumes steadily breathing toxins dude, smoke a dooby dude, munchie fuel, scooby Dooby doo, you a gay rapper, any cockle doo, stop it dude, bottle rockets at the moon, high noon, see ya soon I'm dr doom come with a monsoon of crazy shit, raccoon city couldn't hang with this tangle with these tendrils tentacles get yer dreads pulled get fed a bucket full of hot lead you hot head, won't get you wetted cuz you can't suffer dead who cares about street cred the whole streets dead the whole streets unfed, but they ain't really hungry for knowledge they hungry for hot shit from Snot kid talkin some nonsense walkin on shelled eggs a bunch of egg heads brain dead talkin that same shit lame spit plain types all get vanquished
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