Ramblin'
Man I'm sitting here, thinking 'bout some Reese's.
Even if I had ten thousand of 'em, I'd still tear that shit to pieces.
But I don't give a fuck, might as well be one million pizzas.
You say 'man that shit is corny,' but I like it that's why I eat it.
I am Optimus, I am the head of the team.
I'll be riding to Olympus on a laser beam; where i'll rip Zeus' head off with a mighty scream.
rrrrrAAAAAA! I am the alpha god; immortal girls look at me like...oh! He's a superstar!
I am living it up. Pull up to your party on a pegasus, vintage Dionysus spillin' out my cup.
Ha! All you mortals are behind me in playin' the game. I already got your girl on her knees praising my name.
But man I am slippin', this party is dyin' and your girl she be trippin'.
So I will get back to what I was gonna do: Grab some grub, twist a blunt, and sip on a brew.
I got a kitchen full of nothing but I gotta get on some food.
So, I'll grab that stale bread and throw it in the toaster.
Slap some butter on that shit to keep it from tasting like a coaster.
Should have went shopping instead of buying all this herb that I am roastin'.
But even if my stomach's rumblin', i'll still keep the beats a comin'.
You say that these words are whack, you flex your muscles, but sucka I am verbally jacked.
With a verb I'll pop and that bloated ego 'round your head, metaphorical bullets will fill you full of lead.
Outta nowhere I will blow your world to pieces, sweep you up and trade you in for some mother fuckin' Reese's.
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