SCENE.2 OF THE SOCCER MOM MARATHON

In the Garden of Eden, I'm Adam's new slab beef

You should win an award for real when you rappin'

Get a gold statue and Oscar for actin' You're ignorant, slim and less when you livin' the best

You lookin' like Cool J when he lickin' his lips

Lay in the bloody bad water when you slittin' your wrists

If it isn't a diss, bitch, then you diggin' your denture

I'm like the putter, bullet, and the cop, bigot

White boy slam, dance mosh pitot

Rob your mama house to lock, picket

Luck died if it don't not split it

I'm the underdog Cinderella man, James Braddock

A pain addict, it ain't matter that your brain set it

I be kickin' your dick until your dick piss, puss

I was given a gift like Pringle on Christmas

I'ma live my life, no consequences

Grab the bar while you hop the fences

Indie rap fans, a lot of pretenses

Talk hip-hop but never got to the trenches

Bitch, hop, hop, hop

Come on, come on, sing

Bang, bang, boogie the boogie the bitch