and the moral of the story is and the moral of the story is till your arms fall off till your abs get hard and your bones all soft till your hands go numb and they cramp and the fans in the stands go dumb i write till my fingers look like a bouquet of roses you gotta bring yourself your flowers now in show biz focus its quiet coyote come on lets go kids everybody get together with a study buddy and then talk about the fucks that i dont give because its so big and explosive but a lotta people dont live they dont ever get a motive if you got a goal you gotta hold onto what hope is if i didnt have it i would ask you where the rope is work is my church and so the studios the closest i spit it sick until my cootie flows the grossest dont be so pissed just be focused on your own shit cause we supercalifornialisticsexyandweknowsit youre not my menace i go for number one not a top five finish you can have a chicken pot pie but im thinking that im gonna have another can of popeyes spinach im a rottweiler pop my collar when i pop my fur youre on my nerves mark my words gotta put a leg up and then mark my turf and the moral of the story is and the moral of the story is till your arms fall off till your abs get hard and your bones all soft till your hands go numb and they cramp and the fans in the stands go dumb work until im black and yellow black and yellow worker bee i just work until im black and blue and burgundy burgundy work until i earn that rich mahogany honestly cant you tell im working bitch dont bother me show some modesty if youre watching me a bitch is anybody in my way its not misogyny but if you re blockin me i will soon defeat you i will build a bridge above you or ill tunnel underneath you i will eat you and excrete you and ill feed you to the flowers if i need to ill go through you and absorb your fucking powers i put in hour after hour lets be crystal clear im gonna get there if it takes a day or fifty years ill fingerbang my fears ill fucking punch a dragon even with the himalayas in my way its gonna happen cause waiting doesnt work and praying may not come through and hoping doesnt work so i will be the one to  and the moral of the story is and the moral of the story is till your arms fall off till your abs get hard and your bones all soft till your hands go numb and they cramp and the fans in the stands go dumb and maybe someday you might see me in a glossy photo no weirdos rocked the bells as hard as me since quasimodo30
['abstract hip hop', 'comic', 'pop rap']