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Perc' thirty, gettin' thirty as my pants size Sippin' dirty, Shirley 'cause I'm girly, I'm a grand prize Early bird get the worm, he get the gurney, I'ma die She a bird, tell me she prefer me when I'm not a high If I'm high, then nobody know it, not even me She get a diploma for blowin', she gettin' college degrees They callin' me Token but Token is really not for the weak As if I'm smokin' somethin' it's man-made Blowing up, on a rampage Keeping the crew alive as we toast a cup of the champagne Stompin' so many coffins that Robitussin's my brand name Fuck every single rapper, I don't give none of them handshakes Journaling to myself like my older relative, Anne Frank Hahahaha Bitch Ayo, shoutout Plvgue Blvd (ugh) Shoutout India, motherfucka If a Perc could've been my pants size, it'd be thirty-six Fuckin' a dirty bitch, I need to get a bar of soap It's a demon on the microphone, someone call the Pope Exorcise 'em, scarin' away all the fat hoes I don't know where all the rap goes, it's a black hole in my head Rappers in a pile, yeah, I stack those Crack nose, like he sniffin' powder, I watch Chowder I spit flame every day, call me Bowser I got a girl, you be aroused by the browser Starin' at the LED screen, RGB Eating Arby's, lookin' like a school shooter It's Lil Darkie, motherfucker, you a loser L on the forehead, bitch, I'm an all-star Smashin' yo' mouth, I put your eyes where my balls are Sunglasses, it make me cum fast like DoorDash When you pay, couple extra bucks for this shit Double kick, bubble butt bitch and she suckin' dick Drummers on the bottom of my gun, I got a couple sticks Symbol on my forehead, it's there till the day I kick the bucket I got nothin' left to lose, man, fuck it I would just like to take this opportunity to let you know That year after year we are losing two percent of our insect biomass globally Also fuck every single person on Earth with the name Chris Fuck you Chris