hello again
I'm hella hungry let's finish this shit quick.
Alright lets start rapping
so I type the the text to twenty girls in my cell but I forgot they can see it was sent to everyone else.
not to get with technology you can obviously tell.
got me leanin on a whole other spell blame the four dollar wells
happy hour I'm happy now I got Jack and sour a bag of powder and half an hour we're back and Fowler
Sam lachowder always having a fit getting ripped when he ain't working now my managers pissed.
flowtastic I'm hoping I don't panic my bros they now Sammy the hoes think I'm romantic.
broke rapper slow jazz I'm beat them up but my fans hoping soon imma speed it up.
carefully buddy you pay for pussy I pay for nothing.
I pay for product you pay for piper I pay for profit.
see I make something out of nothing you dumb dumb.
a laptop trumpet then drum rumpababumbumbum,
bum, down for my people better keep my tab open
another round of tequila, from the ground til they need a lick of brown, green roofie, you prefer to use a needle, I prefer to use a rubber
for the roller state, you prefer to use a bumper.
ima bang her, ima thump her, ima bang her, ima hump her.
I'm a hell of mess, I send regrettable texts, she'll tell the address I'll probably have regrettable sex.
see I just saw the little homies at the park lookin for some shelter from the rain, it's gettin dark
see they not hiding from police cause now it's legal in these streets, so they just try finding a place where they can spark,
and now I'm smiling reminiscing bout the start,
looking for a spot to blow a blunt, who's got the car?
see this was back before me and my homies had apartments, hit the taco bell on 10th I'm fucking starving,
I was in the caddie blowing fatties with my hands in the air, skinny cool little stoner, I'll find a bum in the corner give em 30 bucks to get the cheapest shit in the store, the liquor's just for the bitches and this was all I'll afford
rapper scholar used to bring the henny black to the fun back when (?) bomb-sack lunch
now I'm lookin at these kids all they have is their crew, I can't judge ya I was just like you.
but now I hit the gas pedal the last letter of the alphabet double-O M, zoom past all the last place haters, burst bubbles earn paper, burn vaper (when will you learn hater)
I don't miss you, remember?
You miss me I'm lying to ladies tell em I busy and 6"2 on tinder.
now listen Jennifer I'm about to take super dab, hopped out the shower to party in and uber-cab
you play checkers homie we play chess, I'm feeling old cause I use to masterbate to VHS.
I'm drinking beer eating pop rocks, clear of the cop-cops,
Seattle like a Subaru, hippie like a hula-hoop.
sugar coated candy, bitch I ain't sweet I'm Sammy sour hucklebeery.
I'm a blickety-boss and you're a clickety-cluck, that's your lickety-loss, don't give a flickety-fuck
but I could be that good guy in your life,
but I'm a guy and I might, get up and fly in the night, but, she kinda cool and if she for cool joints I might talk to her in my jarule voice
I could beat the pussy up, eat the pussy up, beat it blue-black, back to back episodes of Orange is the new black.
always assumed you'd be a one done thing, it's hella crazy how one month seems and now rhyming bout ya were both damaged you started out as a fan and I started out as the man, and we started out with some baggage, take you out to bumpers, you have a hell of weekend, some vodka in an aquafina bottle and sneek in.
I got a lot of girlfriends and shit but if they hear this I'll never here the end of it.
but baby we could have a future even though we got some history, ima fuck you like I hate you if you lick me like you miss me uh
you see the fans follow, you see the the girls swallow, I did it without ever rhyming bottle with model or college with knowledge or Bacardi with party,
at least I hope not you won't find those partner,
teach the game to the rappers and backpackers, show em how to move in a room full of crack addicts uh,
well I don't want to let my manager down shit, of course I want my fam to be proud.
I kinda, kinda, kinda, like the way the chips are landing right now, my fans they now the real Sam lachow uh, at this point my only chance to be better is to take take of the beer goggles if I get to sleep ever easy money, cheap chedder,
I peaked at part 2 or is there any hope part 3 will be better.
ha ha ha ha
80 bars part 3
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