Uh oh time for some stats.
One out of five college students on campus,
Be one out of five college students on campus

Cumulonimbus cloud, moves
And the sun comes out, obeyin' the earth's rules
Don't come up in here burnin up shit

Meanwhile I'm up in my apartment, under the AC vent
Feeling totally removed from these events
True, being coselly detached from the suspense
My dude, and I boastfully, woefully, consume self-knowingly
Resuming my cogency, quite sociably

Circumvented the vent, with a dick pic
No subject of the Moor, I've been here before
Runnin errands for Aaron, In exchange for his Karen
And I bought him some britches, Fuckin wear bitches
We're gonna call you the Man, With your little stick in your hand
Aren't you a free man, Still insecure about your little shit, Made the cartoon HE-MAN
Master of the Universe
But not master of the tuna purse how does that work

You may not have the gift of sight, But even Stevie wondered through the damn keys of life
So no excuse right?
And this be western harmony (I know better)
From you're western colonies (I know better)
And I prefer onomy over ologies, Unless the moon is high
Ornithology

Strong Armed like Luis struttin with some Barbecue
Smackin my lips, hope it doesn't bother you
My four Mothers coddled you
Breastfed you in dirty quilts, so little bunny got milk?
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Ah the gifts that I gave, I made you my slave
Then taught you how to bathe, and how to behave
Then put my crown on a shelf and esnlaved myself
To check my mental health, and my mental stealth
And my spiritual wealth, I deserve a black belt
Who's the master,

Shonuff callin ya bluff
Got you rockin earmuffs and handcuffed
Don't wanna hear me readin your rights, funky stuff

Cause I'm a walkin big dick, slappin on a swole clit
And you be a good fit, for the girth of my shit
Puttin sugar in ya grits
I'm superduper like Gary Cooper, Puttin on the ritz

I see your Jazz fans and raise you Jazz hands
Brass bands next to public, trashcans
The public claps hands
In denial of the funk, Old white lady's butt click clunk clunks
And in the front shaved with razor bumps
We better squash this shit quick, Cause when an outside force hits
Lit
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