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The Palmer Squares
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Last Place
Y'all ain't fuckin' with me
Term K plundering another city
Then I'm finna hit the Comfort Inn to puff the sticky
Cut the bliggy while we bump some Biggie
Mother's milk got me suckin' titties tryna cut a deal
It's such a pity
Yo what's your gimmick?
Take one
Camera whores and fake thugs plunge through open trap doors
Going back and forth on some ping pong shit
These sing-song twinks need to get off of Drake's nuts
Cast ashore in a ball of confusion
Given the temptations
Sit in your rent's basement and get wasted
It's all an illusion
Twisting the hemp papers
Sparking like Ben Franklin
Hardly a sensation
Gave yourself to God cause the Devil was far too warm
There ain't a lot of honor in settling out of court
But if need be, we get creative
Hit the scene and deregulate it
Legislative when I put the pen to paper
Bad news for the Glass Steagall
The game changer
Stay making bad music for bad people
I walk right in the inimitable style
If y'all been talking shit well then you swimmin' in it now
Sit down we ain't finished by a mile
A grimacing clown with a sad face
The child with his hand raised
The mouse in the rat race
No joke
A fast paced slowpoke
The dome holds the crown for the last place
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The way I stack chips they be calling Ac Biff with the almanac
Talking that shit bound to give kids a heart attack
The gab gifted cap twisting cat gets mad lifted
Turning hieroglyphs into artifacts
Making dollars like Eric and Parrish
I'm all American
Compare me to a werewolf in Paris
Or London
Repugnant pundit puff pungent nug until his lungs need a pump to function
Uh, sip Bourbon
Superb with the lip service
A jerk perched on the curb with a lit turkish
Spit sermons, flip work, and gyp merchants
Losing my grip like kicks on a slick surface
Sick verses
Turn kids a bit nervous
I'm Tim Burton
Submerged tryna lift burdens
Term and Ac are like a circus act, three rings
Hurtin' cats' feelings at the burger shack, beefing
Believe me
I'm laced too tight
Need to loosen a knot
Palmer Squares be the lucrative squad
Refusing to stop producing as they cruise to the top, we
Know the televised revolution will not, be
So don't play witcha mans
I write salient raps
Till there's overwhelming pain in my hands
Pack a champion sound
Gallivanting about ya town
Vapid ass clowns gettin' smacked in the mouth
I'm out
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