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[Casey Veggies: Verse 1] Ridin round town same old seven stilo Nigga couldn't change you could blame it on my ego Yungun started grinding man I did it on the d-low Came back shining with that 4th quarter free throw Game time nigga even if get the rebound Hoes tryna figure where I be now But that love shit ain't somethin I don't see now Lost, still profound, and every day it go down My niggas got a name now These other niggas lame now So I do my thang just to bring them haters pain now Nigga Matt Martians told the boy to write a verse Came in killin ain't even need to rehearse Swear I take it down and I make that girl disperse And I ain't just kill it man I put it in a hearse, I'm back home [Tyler, The Creator: Verse 2] Suck it up, cock it up Time is when the clock is up Cause you don't have to talk for us to chop it up (chop it up?) Freezer burn, erection when I see you squirm For me not to get inside your face I'm the newest dermatologist Blood on my shirt no one acknowledged it From teenage babes leaving dates I got to followin Swallow it, clean it off, polish it Axe you up in the back of my shack, fuck some hollow tips Throw you in my deep creek of self-esteem on some shallow shit The Kids used to tease now I'm hiding in the leaves of the trees where the school where their teen daughter attend I grab them by the pelgro throw them in the passenger To balance up the color of my van it matches egg yolk My only fucking way to calm down, the view of dead folk "This movie fuckin sucks" Because the pay per view is dead ho now shut the fuck up and work magic with esophagus