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back of the class - 16 bars lyrics

[verse 1]
hey yo, it’s me, t- to the o-r-c-
z-o-n. beautiful friend, this is the end
big ben once again, a godsend to make you smile
the blimp in the sky says it’s all mine, sweet child
i’ll defile your reality while haggling with gravity
a manic causing panic ’til t-tanic tries to salvage me
malice be the driving force. of course, that’s not enough for torc:
spite incites delight, it’s my afternoon sport
i’ll be troublemaking, taking what i want; i’m impatient
breaking things placed in my way like i’m the kraken
or the kraken. i’m attacking. my faction brings the action
your soul’s gon’ get blackened like the bowls of gr-ss we’re packing
so back your sh-t up. don’t mess around
i’ll get you off of my cloud and let you test for ground
i’m not down with your heckling so check it at the doors
of my brave new perception and stop second-guessing torc

[hook]
give me 16 bars. i’ll show you what i’m all about
you’re impressed no doubt
give me 16 bars. i’ll show you my flawless style
go ‘head, sit back and smile
give me 16 bars. i’ll show you what i’m all about
you’re impressed no doubt
give me 16 bars. i’ll show you my flawless style
go ‘head, sit back and smile

[verse 2]
i’m a selfish egomaniac with talent you all plainly lack
my art takes the throne, even the stones wouldn’t paint it black
me, i’d paint it orange. got appeal like an orange
only this line can stop me because nothing rhymes with orange
a new catholic hero, hottest since the days of nero
either on that sticky green or i’m mean like phero-
faster than neutrinos, yeah i spit before i think, yo
sicker than the blankets at an indian casino
bulge in my pants big enough to bother patton
my cuc-mber’s just bigger like i’m eric “otter” stratton
or the spinal tap b-ssist. yeah, my humor’s kind of tasteless
got more than a full deck, man, i play with 5 aces
i do it for the faces of those whom i offend
my schadenfreude causes joy, an -ssh0l- ’til the end
a friend with weed’s a friend indeed unless they mess with stems and seeds
my quality’s as high as i am climbing up an endless tree

[hook]

[verse 3]
i’m as effective as bulimia but dreamier
apesh-t. gorillas in the mist but, yo, i’m steamier
feed me your beats. clap your hands, stomp your feet
and brush your f-cking t–th cause this a d-mn sweet treat
a comfort food that leaves you uncomfortable
leave you full of wonder but that doesn’t make you wonderful
me and my crew are wonder-ous, you and yours are under us
f-cking sl-ts, i’m loud and obnoxious like if thunder cussed
dressed respectably, yet you see me acting cl-ssless
treat cl-sses like i treat my ganj; blow it off and p-ss it
gentleman and a scholar? or am i just a ruffian?
either way an -ssh0l-: i find that sh-t funny, man
your pain is my humor. i’m spreading baseless rumors
it’s comical; even my f-cking conscious lost its heart and soul
if all else be forgot, always remember:
i’m better than you have been or will be forever

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