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(J.I.J)
Your probably die and fry like the french fries
Being cooked by your gay disguise
Pinocchio unexplainable life
Causes promises to swerve right back to lies
Smoking and joking, and wasting time
Fooling around converts crimes
Unless you dancing like a crackhead mime
Gimmie one more time (Gimmie one more time)
I got to hurry up before I miss my good times
8 o'clock to 10 o'clock is my new bed time
At 12o'clock I give her that pokemon
Squirting my squirtles
like a lemon lime
I'm playing, don't make me go "Jalen" super sayian, on them haters
I surpass them, on a elevator or an escalator
And I got the paper, balling like the "Lakers"
On a paper chase, not fags down, straight on their face
I appreciate, no I don't hate
Black and white music my brother, that's a freaking mixtape

(Hendog)
Hendog on the beat yes I'm the best and I'm flyer than the seagull that is on my chest
I'm trying to make the best of all this flow that I possess
I got so much ice, I might as well be playing hockey
Black hawks, red wings, predators, coyotes

My thoughts are technicality, my brains a abnormailty
My rhymes are like brutality, eating "Trident Vitality"
I used some words I didn't even know
I'm an artist with these rhymes
Like my name is Vincent Van Gogh

CEO of this rap music, J.I.J is the leader
Like a breeder at "PETCO"
Balling like "Jonas Jerebko", Lupe Fiasco
Save me some "Little Rascals", Hotter than some tabasco

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