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I ride dick for a living

I'm sorry uh

I rode- I rode Atomic's album I rode

Fuck anyone who cares about my microphone quality

And fuck my microphone too (I ain't got no cash)

Can't afford forty four fords 'fore 44

I've been riding on this hoe, calling the shawty horse

That's a ford for a year I'm more towards recording sources

Features and riding horses or just drawing storyboards

Pyrokynn's voicing cords screaming that not related

My verse is should be not created like this cause its falling short

Tell him to worry not don't make any shit theories

That i can't ride it like an E-Series back to your holy song (trash)

Vague beats with no spoken word

I'm the only song with lyrics that Minion chose and heard

If i was really tryna get people streaming my stolen tone

About Furries and being shunned id too scream at this broken world

Stuck inside my room with YouTube type beats in my arteries

Only bag i made is what the sigma its a robbery

It don't matter who i am in its core

This verse applies both to me and that Billy whore, what else is this story for

Can't afford forty fords 'fore I'll be 32

I'm a little green grayish skin color early dew

Cook a pepper and a chicken he was cooking Mary too

Many do think he's stupid but I'm just a dirty-

If i can't buy forty four, ill just buy one

Pretty soon ride in the horizon with silly tunes

Playing from the car's front speakers yeah its really cool

Lemonade and scared art teachers from my city school

I drew the album art thrice my duties require illness

Haven't rapped it 6 years 2 weeks or 5 minutes

Thin skin arthritis hard defining this guy's weakness

Sprouting from a flower head like a total body prosthesis

Squeaking on your spouse, needlessly dropped as a mice fetus

The damage that has been done can be seen on his shit cap

Broke every wrist part of his sack and his teeth gap

Tall Tales of his strap with a midget type p*nis

Got a new car, rope in a blue jar

Costed two-four dollar bought it with a coupon

I'll astonish you how this beat loop too far

Like a Amish hood I can't even fit two bars

Let's say, right now I'm so sick

Took a month break just to make one verse click

Took a drum break barely use one horrid sound

Took a deep dive then I hit ah, solid ground

I'm ill, like a Carlton hotel pool

8-ball 'fore I'm balls deep in the peanut butter

Nonetheless, I am fucking nuts, I am gay, cruel

Blueballed Pyrokynn you'll never get my verse fool

I do not sell prods I do not sell jewels

Barely do features if I do they homosexual

I'm ill keep it unreleased in my forehead

F.O.R.D cause my songs, all Found On the Road Dead

My fuel, gone, my engine done got killed

You gave three minutes of a beat to have it filled

The fuck you want from me I'm stupid I'm ill

I'm charging atomic in shallow waters I'm eel

I'm sick ever since I got a Ford I knew such

My feature is like Viagra cause I came in true clutch

And I drift a shitty story 'bout a silver skinned jerk

Just to try and get it hard, hoping it ain't V.Works

That's ill, like the one time I shot a screen

Cause I'm ill, locked in my room for 10 years

Cause I'm ill, all my beats trash they horrendous

I am ill cooked a chicken and just look at where it led us

I am ill, ill enough to drive no end

Ill enough to do features and arrive nowhere

But If I do detour, even though I'm really ill

You can be sure I'll never stop by Sillyville