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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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