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Back for my Throne
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3 Minute Verse for the lyric junkies
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I am clearly the greatest rapper. That is all.
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Peak #456
Peak in subgenre #262
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November 06, 2012
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MP3 3.7 MB 160 kbps 3:13
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Hello mr microphone, sorry to leave you alone, now i am back for my throne, no i won't be overthrown, they wanna try n then its kill me or leave me alone, ill be, twice as, ill as a ghost, celebrate ur celibate brain, ur elephants name, is lack of sediment, yep he's at it again, wit the vocalic swagger, i don't understand him, it sounds like he speaking a whole nother language, Anguish I feel, I reel back squeal, my blood congeals, to seal the deal, yeah blah blah jibber jabber yak yak, ha ha i don't really give a fak fak, easily, ezz be, creepily repeatedly, beatin his ego on the beat u see, tee hee hee, cuz measily, raps can't stand a chance to stand against my verbal scenery, seen n they couldn't wrap pitas g, jus the other day got a skin lotion called i win, here let me rub it in, and brag at you maggots while i fly wit a buzzin grin, aint that something, its lonely on my level n i think the air is gettin thin, soon ill meet the moon man then i can fight n pummel him, re-al-ize I'm ahead by a mile, or drown in egypt, live in denial, smile n ur style shows no teeth, dog, u singing n they bouncing like a lost ping pong, ur system needs a reboot n u can call me phong, theres an incoming game and its landin on your lawn, ur wrong, youll never make a good rap song, good rap song? thats an oxymoron, wanna be a smash? jump out a window, wanna be write, then land on a pencil, (letterman laugh fx for pencil throw) go on try to jack a fly cracker like my backwards mind slacker lame is not what I'm after, i pamper to the amp hacker that i call my voice till the hereafter, sitting chillin spittin killin time still'n, kicking wicked rhymes till I'm ill at a million, i drink a lot of water n the words pop out of my voice box like it was a gremlin, like apple in medieval times, i rock, like sedimentary its elementary my dear wat, son i got the pedigree n u best agree or stop, cuz i feel like hobbling all my enemies while u watch, now i got the recipe for success suckin on a blunt cess, got my life set up? you got yours up-set, nuff said, wait, never nuff said when i sever tough heads they aint better than us, dead, sorry but you're boring, I'm in it for the glory, even, narcissists adore me, ha, n thats a wrap brah, wait, i don't need a nap nah, I'm running like a track star, from right here to right here the long way that far, I'm rappin in a barn, i got no last straw, my end game is a tense thang got ur friends sayn that he's hot mang, interesting cuz i use my less thang cuz my best brains in the shop dang, I'm really feelin fresh now,
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