Toosik looking like a toothpick what a nuisance
Flapping his ****ing mouth close that **** up and start to loose sins
Because it's gotta be a sin to hear the **** that you're saying
Acting ass rapping thrashing water splashing enacting
Me making waves that drown you in your casket laughing
Adding up faster than math is tackle wacking
Beating the spackle of your own paddle taxing
On your flows which are waxing, that sings, and back rings
Lax wings on the sale rack cha-ching cashier to you who buys his lyrics of the street for a snail sheen
Your face getting redder when I start rapping to the beat of your failing optimism cackle me
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