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sh*t, I'm no doof, bruh
Rappers is clowns with painted smiles and wild big shoes
These coon artists waitin' for Barnum to throw the hoops up
Your notepad is the trash, it occupy the bottom half
It's clear you familiar with the boof, ugh (Ew)
Critics keep rubbin' me wrong, I don't loofah
Catch snippets from a couple of songs, like "No hoopla"
It's proof I'm aloof, but it's cool 'cause I do what I do, duh
I move it in groups to grab Gouda (Okay)
Tippin' off the wall like Paul, I been [?]
I don't call, but what I'm sayin' to y'all is I'm that screwed up (f**ked up, man)
Turn them bum-ass [?] to track Pumas
Don't get confused, caught by the zoo, you Zab Judah'd
I sell jewels to the jeweler; sh*t, I tell rules to the ruler
You knew I would pass you up (You knew that)
You toss a rock in a pack of dogs?
The one hollerin's the one you hit, and that's you, huh?

That's true, huh? I get the moolah and dip
They try to mix with us, but it's all dollars and cents
I been a scholar, pop my collar, so why even bother?
I grew up sparrin' with the Chupacabra
Throw on a Mike Jackson vinyl, I'm Off the Wall
Used to hustle at the corner store, but now I'm less involved
It's been a long journey, lost so many soldiers to the gurney
For tryna pay up the rent early to Mr. Murray
The landlord's comin' and the table needs food
It's an eviction notice, who's bearer of bad news?

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