Originally written August 12, 2016 the worst day of my life
(Who's your daddy?) I don't have one My mother reproduced like a komodo dragon And had me on the back of a motorcycle Then crashed in the side of loco-motive with rap, I'm loco It's like handing a psycho a loaded handgun Michelangelo with a paint gun in a tantrum About to explode all over the canvas Back with the Yoda of rap in a spasm (Your music usually has them) (But waned for the game your enthusiasm it hasn't) (Follow you must, Rick Rubin my little Padawan) A Jedi in training, colossal brain and, thoughts of entertaining But docile and impossible to explain and, I'm also vain and Probably find a way to complain about a Picasso painting Puke Skywalker, but sound like Chewbacca when I talk
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