Nothing else

By Jet_thuman

On New folda (3)

Released on December 21, 2012

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I'm a tad rad, see; make Arab cabs stop-- pop wheelies

Cannonball-packed cannons-- bellyflop; can't feel me

Meet Nina, she gives free head, rocks wigs; I like scalp peeling

Put the babbies to bed!

Talking all that shit, you ain't on my babby monitor

Dixie chickenshit to Hannah Montana's fanny thermometor

You can nominate me this millenia's Illest Cunt-Killingest

Phenomena

Pulling birds; birdfeeder; feed the goons, rock canaries

You still ain't heard, feind? I'm first, wait-- on contrary

I seen third thirty times. Dirty dimes like Harry

Quit shaving my balls; now witches want one wand. I marry Mary

Hitting the family tree, climbing high; loud buzzing

Fucking the queen bee before I fuck her second cousin

My creativity is infinity

You know how it goes: old souls, undetermined divinity

Everybody thinks they're Jesus, or I hope so[;

I ain't omitting feminine entities]

Where the hoes though?

I'm in the garden, eating eventually

Harem I harass, freely and frequently, discern my pleasantries

From invitations to greet 'n' freak

Like no one else; I am unique like everyone else

I'm like you; let's meet-- I'm up to nothing else

Gimme a week;

Seven days o' severe daze

Change your pace--

Make a beat, rip a stage

Never sleep

I ain't missing nothing, like, fuck a lock and key

I'm fucking up the property. Neighbors jocking me duck and creep

Demolition Security: Hear one foreign peep C4 fucking beeps