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First thing Iv'e wrote and recorded, just want opinions on it really.
i got the beat off an old Promatic song called 'Lezbians'. That being the case i obviously don't own the music in the track, but the lyrics is all me.

I throw money around like the blood at a lesbian bukkake party it aint a thing to me. Im the lyrical molester testin ya to see if you can understand ma flow but you already know my motive is to bend you over the cliffs of dover, 1 slip n (aaaarrrgghh) now your in a coma
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Donkeys, door keys, diamonds and the fat girl outta glee mixed up in a blenda what do you get, yep yep blood diamonds and if you let your dog smoke em you get your precious stone-ed. Cloned at birth the original me is out markin its territory pissin on walls n sleepin in churches. With such messed up verses you can tell I aint a knight but I am nocturnal even the gentry cant stop me from rubbin my genitals on a lady and robbing her baby. Ransom? You got fingers count em! Now times it by 1000 and divide it by 3 its reccuring like ma dream where im choppin up girls in burkas who talk like adurka durka. But back to your lesson your learnin all you need is a knife and your neighbours baby and as your doctor I prescribe it twice daily. So when you see em drivin away tail em like you pinning it on the a donkey n I know im a honkey but I aint a cockney so thank fuck for small mercies.
I aint lookin to commit myself cos I can hit myself I wanna fight n despite what you say ill leave you struggling n waving like a kite in the wind, kick back n a deck chair feelin kinda bad but no remorse when theres no response from your floatin body like im micheal barrymoor, kids say the funniest things? Save me, help me please mister D, you aint my daddy, well fuck you maddie you might think im crazy or weird but im neither I just don't think of reprucushions like a gimp mask wid buttons.
Sexually repressed in a floral dress to relieve the stress of a day in college see what you led me to -- cross dressin but I aint mad at clothes im mad at the world. They say you cant polish a turd but you sure can glitter it, slip in it n spread it on your face but that leads to a faecal matter, whoops I mean a legal matte. Got steven seagal printed on my mattres you got George best n if we throw em at each other well both end up hurt n fuck it I need a rest
Ive decided to be more ambiguous this year so you never no what your gonna hear, I don't either, deaf in one ear, but my mouth is fine yea now my motors runnin aint stallin from here on out took what I was dealt as a lonely boy with roy, my only toy, convinced him he was a hermaphrodite but im older now pass me a lighter im angrier so I set your shoes on fire. We were getting kinda cosy n now your smoking from your toesies, poking you to stoke the flames, my love is like a firework I blowin in your face if you hold it too long n when im thirsty I pour my water on a referee if I wanna wet my whistle, what I made you lactate well thats gross, im off inabit bizzle!