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I’m Pressed.

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You’re a killer (you kill me) we’re so impressed, but on my block like hopscotch so watch your step and watch the watch it’s a Timex and it tells time fine, No need to show your ass this time with all your brand designs and signs. Who’s got the time to tell you what’s on your mind? I’m afraid what I’d find skeletons and cobwebs straight from the set of the walking dead in your head. What a waste Danger Danger lost in space look on your face quick to anger and seek approval of strangers like the ladies should thank you for your contribution to evolution and your noise pollution. Sorry to sound so rude but what the fuck is up dude fuck you and your cute little crew but Buttercup I don’t give a fuck about the free stuff you think the next rung up on the ladder owes you the only reason we know you ‘cause you got gold shoes and your second cousin got busted on the local news. I blame fame and what’s his name who you claim didn’t tame you like someone was supposed to Your future is FUBU and that means you loser Should I shoot a laser to point out this point get your gas money and -go buy a joint; stole your cash money -woke up in the joint. No more MTV and no more making a deity of gaudy tendencies What the hell happened to tenacity and integrity motherfuckers need a change of scenery so enjoy the view while you can still see the slightest sliver of sincerity. It ain’t a silver platter it’s not flattery It’s a fact that your balancing act has got you walking the wire. You got yourself on the map you’re so flat and you just keep asking us where it’s at looks like you lost your thinking cap Well, let me help you with that and don’t you go driving off the map, but the world isn’t flat and it isn’t white and black so don’t go having a heart attack and don’t go thinking your shit won’t be jacked because I’m serious as a heart attack and I put my life on that. I don’t think I’ll be staying. Don’t roll out the welcome mat. I don’t want to chat about the government hacks and there you go again with the where it’s at when you’re rapping you remind me of Casey at bat and let’s leave it at that. Three strikes is two more than you can take from these stones on breaking bones as you describe what they look like go big or go home so go home, “Holmes”, you dig folks like I showed up for a fight you reneged, and that isn’t “what it is” (another one of your wonderful sayings for all the kids!) your speeches are just peaches minus the peach just the pits. I guess it’s like they say -‘it is what it is.’ I’m from the projects like the Old West with gold diggers and prospects. You treat your women like objects, but protect your profits with a bulletproof vest. Excuse me, I just needed to get this off my chest. I just needed to spit this lyrical, miracle, and put this wrap to rest , so it’s a rap I guess taking a nap Pat Pat, and don’t let these sentences snap ya’ neck cause you can’t cash the check your ass is right and I didn’t come here to be polite and while you’re barking, I’ll be biting : strike a left like lightning while the right’s inviting- read my lips. this is it. Sorry to sound so rude but what the fuck is up, dude? fuck you and your cute little crew but buttercup I don’t give a fuck about the free stuff you think the next rung up on the ladder owe you the only reason we know you cause you got gold shoes, and your cousin got busted on the local news. I blame fame and what’s his name who you claimed didn’t tame you like someone was supposed to. Your future is FUBU and that means you.