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keen – rappin from 122 lyrics

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and we back and we back but i ride in the front
some people call it a p-ssy i just call it a…
nah, i can’t say it, i’ll just call it the c word
curses in raps is overused like the emoji turd

i rep the u of richmond, call me a spider
a ralph maccio wannabe a karate kid and outsider
never losing track of the beat, i’m a metronome
when i get head in the city, call that metrodome

i smoke spliffs, lick cl-ts, talk sh-t, don’t dip, and when i’m on acid then i trip
but i don’t trip, sorry chance, you had your chance
but it’s my turn now to do my dance
imma leave you dead on the ship like you was rosencrantz

sorry mr. bennett, my apologies that was wrong
the problem is your always on my mind you write my favorite song
and that first mixtape, that was cray
i mean i can’t even hold a jerk hiatus that last 10 day

writing these raps to relieve my stress
and maybe pick up some ladies the ones that i impress
like mrs. bokert aka elbows, my girl kelly poleman
my raps is so sick it will leave you congested like mrs. altman

this college life has got me missing my home
like hungover harbor house, the manor, and chilling with jerome
he taught me ohms, that’s the unit for resistance
when the b-tches have persistence i’m like chill i need my distance

getting more hits than denard span
smashing more shots than adam laroche can
sorry for my references but i’m a nationals fan
you jealous that your team didn’t make the postseason?

sorry when i root for sports teams i get a little c-cky
the nats losing to the giants in 4 yeah that shocked me
a white kid wanting to be a football player, jeremy shockey
but i’m so short the only sport career for me is a jockey

tryin to look prep but you know i rep them public schools
polos, khakis, sperries, and watches cause i think they’re cool
but all these kids, they’re wearing the vinyard vines sh-t
h-ll no i ain’t spending 100 dollars cause it’s got a pink whale on it

everyday should feel this good that’s what they say?
well how’s my day supposed to feel g-y if all my money is flying away?
it’s all made by the same factory workers, slaving away 12 hours a day
and all they receive is the same sh-tty minimal pay

so why spend more for a specific brand?
do you really need the pink whale to prove you went to horace mann
so keep splurging preps, keep spending your dough
just hold my d-ck when this public school kid graduates with a 4.0

d-mn i can’t wait to get back for thanksgiving
not sure what i missed more, my bros or my moms stuffing
dani you’re a gem, i love your food, but the thing i need most is my crew
for now i just stuck rapping in marsh 122

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