"hey mr. tambourine man play a song for me" cause i'm fuck'n bored gun's stored our stories still being ignored, by those adored can't record still a fuck'n horad 'cheap ass' lazy and hazy possibly crazy cut by that lyrical sword. oh my lord that nigga's still rappin a second time? wasting wind breeze through 'stay true' committing this lyrical crime, long rhymes read through it/ejaculate on it you decide like a fine girl scaled her ass with my dick slime. past my prime only view that above post analyze it diagnosed, freak'n out ask'n "why does this guy keep going?" never knowing mc glowin' this guy here always fear me like the holy ghost.
"white crane style"