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My Mother Was Catatonic

My mother was catatonic, symphonic chronic is what I smoke. Livinin it bougie, choosin floosies no uzis and then I choke. You can be me, insane cerebral cortex is just what I feel. Living pervy swerving Lexus and hexes to get the deal! I'm the homosexual, heterosexual, suicidal bloke. I was adopted by white family and to them I'm just a joke. They are white supremacist hollow and they drink a racist coke. And they bought themselves a black kid, broke me down and built a moat. I'm the illest of the illest, you the illest with a pill. Donate plasma with no athesma, drain so much I start to spill! Got the game on lock with fakers who found out that words can kill. Better bump this on speakers like I invented free will! Spendin money by the twenties gettin hundies by the bill.. And I'll never stand for the flag so you coonies can in chill! If my words had a flavor I'm sure I'd be spicy dill. Bringing back the old school freshness like my name is Uncle Phil!

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