Correction Paroles Malcolm par Tabby

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Lost boy, underdog to lost causes
Jaws dropping with broads' jaws if caught watching mua (Awesome)
Conscience too large for noggin, bruh
Grog in hand taken back like follicle in pasta found
No name today, tomorrow lamb with Bronson
Comatose getting sucked off on a couch that ain't vacuumed
Honestly, beard is gross
f*ck status, skeet in quos
Leave Plan B like Rodri(guez/guess) who's on board
Flow crisp yet off kilter, y'all just slobber on the mic
Like a dish of dog kibble, malt liquor in brown wrinkles
Paper match the RAW I'm taking hits of
Then pass to bruh who passed when my little
Ass had diaper rash red as snow, heard "rosebud" with last gasp
Then globe dropped for father, left, came back like Arnold
Calm 'til December come, whole month; (feel/Phil) Connors
Spilt Palmer on my white tee (White Tee)
Lil white me spitting, ya'll need Heimlich (Heimlich), Maneuver
Through life like a wise monk
Who drunk driving past sirens in a swiped truck?
The news black and blue, taste the rainbow
Pain from the bruise will remain, buddy they know, they go
Lay out the noose, wanna hang? No
New phone who this? Prank just a prank
Stank man I stank, shorts contain a few zips

Oh my lord, don't hear my prayers
If palms together, I used Elmer's
Don't see diablo, but feel his stare
Both high and low, I'm in need of help, but get none
From fellow men or 10 nuns who said follow trends
Shit, I'll end some
Fingers point when blood sheds, 'cept when feds come

Put index down, use the next one
f*ck 'em

No traffic will experience clearance
Too many cooks steady searin' up beef since
Copper turned green, liberty cracked, you can hear it
Say mister, where can I bum American Spirit?
Uncle (Sam on/salmon) that pink pigment
Three little piggies sitting pretty in a condo of brick, thinkin'
Wolves in a pack cannot damage the big picture? Go figure
They higher than Aang on Appa
Get bent rule bendin' that dangerous dogma
I came to conquer but weighed my options
And I placed more importance on the lamest problems
Dames with bottoms, strains of ganja
Need to strain aqua from my stream of conscience
Thought thoughts out the box betrayed the comic
Stripped that away, now I lay buck naked on neighbor's couch (What the f*ck?)
Shit! Sorry, can't explain. Why bother?

We got lines, lines
On granite counters and rights, rights
We got lines, lines
For Apple products and rights, rights
We got lines, lines
For camel toe, huh, but rights? Right
We got lines, lines
For Tabby's come up and rights, right?

Oh my lord, don't hear my prayers
If palms together, I used Elmer's
Don't see diablo, but feel his stare
Both high and low, I'm in need of help. But get none
From fellow men or 10 nuns who said follow trends
Shit, I'll end some
Fingers point when blood sheds, 'cept when feds come
Put index down, use the next one
f*ck 'em

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