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by Jacob Daley

(Intro)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I had to do one for the barheads real quick

(Verse 1)
Like real and fake don't bind your kind really can't mesh with me
I'm Etch-a-sketching these thoughts i conceived mentally
Thinking 3 moves ahead the game is sold separately
I could give a fuck bout what u say i read energy
Renaissance artifact we question if your art is fact
We left them black mark
Donuts in the cul-de-sac
Bet my bottom dollar she ain't holler when i started rap
Who'dve thought the Forrest fire started from the smallest match
Said u should protect your neck u rocking with the best of best
And she ain't dumb she just ain't know what to question yet
Anxious since a jit but hit the stage and I'll be rapping realer
Had butterflies in my stomach since a caterpillar
U ain't putting money up then don't ask for a feature
I can see a goofy through his ass club t shirt
Foot inside they ass while i'm tying my sneakers
Like who want the bars i got at least nine weeks worth
Its showtime matinee
Run it at a master pace
Catch me in the everglades
Soaking in my accolades
Like who want the holy smoke
U rocking with the holy ghost
Ask me for direction i just point they asses towards the door
This my civic duty why'd i do it cuz i had to
Book smart rappers fucking checked out and passed due
Said she need a man the city'd build into a statue
Like bitch i'm Mona Lisa work of art is staring at u

(outro)
You know 'cause
The Mona Lisa
Like it looks at you when you look at the Mona Lisa
That's why
Yeah

(Linus interlude)
-Who are you writing to Linus?
-This is the time of year to write to the Great Pumpkin!
-You must be crazy. When are you gonna stop believing in something that isn't true?