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It's mr. elegant tux on some irrelevant stuff,
and been melting to beats sounding selfish as fuck,
I'll boast a bit, then attack and kill,
cause my rapping skills are morning after pills,
you cats should chill, you're not aborted yet,
only abort the best when I'm rapping ill...
It's like...
emerge on this beat with the sounds of your bitch,
write a rap bout' her going down on my dick,
that's kinda played, but I'm kinda cocky,
a mad scientist, but don't try to stop me,
a lethal fixture from these lethal mixtures,
and sip this potion? you're speaking different,
sound kinda dope, but can't match the source,
but so close, you'll probably ask for more,
I'm sounding clear and been looking fresh,
and been pushing vets out their rocking chairs,
kinda sharp, but you should hand me an axe,
I'm on point now, to start mangling cats,
writing this shit, with a bottle of whisky,
guzzle it down and I'll talk til' it hits me...
slurring my words liquors holding a fist,
pouring out drinks but not going for sips,
raps that's provoking, actual dope shit,
a grimey nerd who likes rhyming words,
combining verbs to make lines that work,
it's like dropping a punch but you bitches are cocky,
cause you're mister miyagi if your swinging is sloppy,
some random shit bout' how I'm actually dope man,
and how I'm the best when I'm casually boasting...
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Elegant Tux,
released September 5, 2012
BEAT: Task The Samsara
MC: Lost Moniker
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