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yo

yo

yo

this is the white boy

julian

rap

no one thinks a young white boy can

well

lemme prove them wrong

oh yeah,

when i put words to paper, I murder 'em.

when a bro disregards me I serve him

someone takes down my wording, deserve 'em,

cause I need some zeros to show I'm perfect

friend me, swell to me, don't need enemies

check me, straight edge, no felonies, watch anime.

paparazzi muels, tellin' me what to do

all because they're jealous, too.

build up so high no one can touch you

i'll keep on spitting all this verbal abuse

on the track, i spit raps, lit wit, I'm a nerd.

pointdexter hot boi: tell 'em, got hoes and words

while you're cracking your mom jokes

telling me around girls i choke

you bros can do a verbal hit and run

tuggin' on each other's wieners while i got the buns.

i don't mean to be poetic, i just want to spit truth

it's the people around you that detest what you do

they'll stare at you when you're on top

bowing down to your fame, riches and massive c--

don't want to say that, good Christian lad.

but even Jesus would smile down upon my raps

hillbilly nilly-willy pride, trust me.

uncle's my cousin but lines are bustling

talking smack around the bat out of hell, i eat meatloaf.

so if you got beef with me be sure to give it, blokes.

watch british youtubers, got mad narciccism

writing novels all year 'round while you're wanting to be in 'em.

rolling around, never hit the 8 ball.

not too tall, but I ball, swish the hoop, I never fall.

rock ten hats and a gold necklace, and that ain't all.

get in my grill, can't rock this southern drawl.

catch my breath, bring it back.

but even when i slow it down i bring the raps

y'all haters just be mad i keep it madhouse on the track

still think I'm bad? rethink that, take it back.

brt

got mad intelligence, genius IQ.

Won't bore you to death, but aren't I cute?

It's simple, you want Moore, don't lie to me.

Rocking A.B in the title screen, also the C through Z!

been through hell and back with friends

every opoinion i had always being condemned

didn't need them, needed to leave them.

didn't want to be them, with good reason.

it's a massacre, i'm goofy, got low self esteem.

but when I grab a mic in hand no stopping me.

attack me and rap me I'll come back all happy

smiling and writhing, enticing, come battle me!

this is my playboy mansion, here on a daliy bases

my bunnies are fat chicks and bipolar nutcases

but it's the way I roll, don't knock it

pocket full of joy money and this is how I bought it:

doing things for passion, keep it happening

people bringing you down? don't allow it

the tallest bridges give you the least fall

'cause when you build back, you're so tall.

i ain't a socrates, not into philosophy.

well, I am, but it's not truly necessary

'cause I stand the way I do, it is how it is.

and everytime i bring it up, people seemed to get pissed.

lean in: I got a dirty little secrets.

piss ant-y ranty piss ant's gonna be jealous

reap what they sow, soon it'll let loose

karma will be biting them on the caboose

my je ne sais quoi? get the list's pages, baby.

'cause i know the way i live is hard to take, baby.

Lately I know I'm going crazy, baby.

Got tasy content I'm creating, harsh vocabulary baby!

Look at me, walkin' aphrodisiac

can't deny the fact I'm a badass

Pardon my french, but I'm keeping it simple.

Since not everyone is part of the smart people.

It's like a secret group, honestly.

Not illuminati but illuminating the naughty

haughty and Godly, here's my offering,

initiation requires one simple thing: Be balling!

that's how it goes.