And In Conclusion
PDANK

I be that broke motherfucker
Maine´s where I´m rappin´
Better than these rappers
But nobody buys my record
What you don´t like broke hova?
You think that I´m more like a hoover
Think that I suck, I don´t give a fuck
You can go ahead hit me with a low blow like a tuba
I don´t toot my horn but, I blew a creek like McGrubber
I didn´t get a lex like luther
And I went hard till my legs looked few shooked
Used to want to beat king koopa
Now all I want to beat is the beats and the freak In the mirror
When the demon appears, I have seen my fears
I could be that loser!
Even if it ment quitting reefer
Stop staying high like a roof
So you youtube my maneuvers
You can see my as a mover, rapper, producer
At the computer, ha!
With a fender straped and a pen that´s black
Trying to prove I´m super
While the bass line barks in the woofers
Track liers
Trains coming for you goobers
The fat lady is singing notes
And ringing of her foopa
I suggest you find a cougar
Find a way to doop her
Into thinking that she´s demi moore and you are Ashton Kutcher
Because you´re fucked otherwise
Otherguys
Besides reconsider these rhymes lulibyes
Sleep tight fuckers!
P...Dank
I´m from where we don´t celebrate soccer wins
Witk a broke contrast, with the obulant
Most on blassed for profidin
While the folks shit cups on the block cement
Marriages on the rocks again
Mom looking for a paps again
Kids witniced all arguments
Now they losing trist when you talk to them
Oh shit quick bring a doctor in
We´re gonna need facebook and some oxygene
STAT... (EEEH)
Bring it back
We got spray tanned children
Abandoned buildings
Kids stay still cause the cancer killed em
I´ll keep moving ´till I´m handing millions
And I ride ´till I crash all kind of zillgince
Teachers broke but the man get millions
Or rather
Techers broke but the man get quadrillions
Cause the man stay drillin´
We got children, in Buildings, with ceilings, that´s cracked
While Villians got Villas, their chillin´ is wack
But thats the earth, dig in, or get in the dirt
You got one ear that works
Could be worse!
So if there really is a big fluffy Jesus
Tell him let´s get weeded
I know he´s got connections
Texting, look ryan peters´ needed
I´m speaking it´s like I´m bleeding
Flames like flames pleedin´
I came to change games
It´s lame to blame demons
Proclaim the lame evenings
Ticket breaks heathen
I seize this beat screaming
I steam while peeps leaving
The trees creek
I sleep near my family
The devil ain´t a fantasy
I know she wants to dance with me