[Ted] [verse 1] Eeri pocket fulls of horror like material Pissin my life away aming at cheerios Im cereal Wasted Days a blazin Im racin my mind complacent But erasin all the sinisicm Makes it an occasion Cant keep up? Im not blamin ya Theres no shame in a Slower track of mind Its amazing how I can make shit up Understand not How I am weaving words into plots To lower my own standards for the verses in my songs Put yourself in my socks Feel how weird it would be If everyone could spit like me Then my saliva makes up the seas Mix it up with ease Stickin it up double ds Racin around the sheet bitch please My brain composes perfect beats Fuck the figure of speech I like a fat unappealing verse on a beat My words are mystique My rhyming is steeped Tees on the beach When im feelin the cheech Going hard in the sheets when my johnsons unleashed Power outages primarily caused By my lighting bolt energy striking a town like the gods I aint flawed Individual premonition Fuck a well of wishin My mission is changin the systemsit and listen Stuck in the back with my system bumpin Your sistas humpin Im givin fucks like Like all of the rednecks do their closest cousins The dopest white boy since mclovin Cough up a lung when I begin the chuffin When up im up in the booth my shit your lovin [hook] Fulfillin Triple B Livin On a spree rap machine sit and listen Everybodys jealous cause they got no rhythm Fulfillin Triple B livin Sit and listen [Ted] [verse 2] Dove deep in slopes for nothin But fuck it My anger means shit To all these drunken huffers So quit your bluffin im comin Redemption tastes sweet Youre jet lifes crashing when we meet toe to toe on a beat So get used to defeat And your ass wrapped round the kicks on my feet Who woulda thought the valley would make a rapper quite like me... Likely that he Has surpassed expectations from peers who thought out of 10 he was 3 Now they can kiss my ass ya see Aint got nothin on me Superior rhymes succeed Even when the record scratches wont throw me off beaat I got a firm grip Cant rip This shit from my hands They to key to your destruction I possess the master plan Infuriating masses Better get some glasses Cause you need to see im the man Im 18 and releasing classics Your sour and old Vlasics Im cool and fresh cucumber blastin My perfect lyrics past all the masters Of craft Flippin the script up Enough foolin around im warmed up ready for the mic blow and rocket to the clouds Cannot stop a flow so persistent I know your wishin That you could dish like this kid But all the plates are in cabinets in my kitchen I got no will power But at this hour You can count on me holdin back from holdin back on a beat and scarin cowards... Damn... Anybody just hear that? [Hook] [Pauly] [verse 3] I finish spitting over nicks sick beat Shower, plow a bitch, replenish and repeat Stuck in the cycle of a life long trial Seems like i get nothing from it but straight denial But raps the only thing thats worth my while Dreamin of that lifestyle makes my whole face smile This cash race is fast paced you in last place Youre a mistake that needs to be replaced by an ace Cause we make a mean team my adidas and me Rocking the three stripes all the way from bc Its a full blown crisis, I rhyme like this Squish and stomp you like a hippopotamus Enemies tension grows with aggression When they see its their bitch i got in my possession Let that be your lesson Shes over for a sex and strip session There goes my blessings [Ted] Perfect!
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