the sixteen line spitter committer
guaranteed slitter of weaker in my perimeter
or radius, whatever level of mathematics
the abbott of bad habits, like serving up rabbit
and telling you it’s chicken, but back to the topic
who ain't i? the cliff notes biopic
mid-west, michigan rep
we drive big-bodies, so i takes many steps
cause gas prices rises, slices and dices
and i need single man sexual devices
like cheap hoes my momma went to school with
and on her birthday, she gets the best gifts
cause i sling dick, on every hoe’s work shift
and buy thrift, and they show they ‘preciation and shit
who ain't i? my moms best son, the one
who always eats two extra hotdogs when we run out of buns

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