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(DC Pierson)Mr. DNA, flow so Jurassicclumsy archeologist about to drop a classicdamn right we got a t-rex, I paid for that in plasticclumsy archeologist about to drop a classicMistake still burning but I'm learning like a raptortake what I'm given make it work like an adaptermake short work of her, then I will adapt hercritics all agree it was the work of a masterat last my success will match my fatigueand at last I'll send my children to an ivy leagueIn the masks from The Strangers, freak the whole place outget your glasses on, girl, geek your whole face outdon't open up your mouth unless to let something great outand that's not a beef, that's just a peek at the steakhousea week at my maid's house to recharge my batteryThen I'll be right back on top like SlatteryYou know from Sterling and CooperIf she's paid out then I will recoup herAnd if she's paid out then I will investand if she's really played out then I will impress Wpon her the need to please please me, whoa yeahGirl I'm on my kneesOoh, I need it so badIt's like I work at NORADLetras de cancionesIt's DEFCON-5Go out back to my car and driveCuz shit just got realTake a thirty wreck drive into a fieldPass out in my vehicleHope I wake up in a world more agreeableHope I wake aboard an unidentified flying objector a reject EnterpriseA Starfleet drop out odyssey A route to cop out galaxiesTil then I'm in the light, right where the moths areImpressive, depressive I'm a Goth Star.(Childish Gambino)I do not talk, I am just a rapperNigga I'm on Niggas try to off meLike these girls like I like my coffeeIn my lapFuck this trackIt goes off beat but I'm on like clapAnd dog, you can have my scrapsI'm close to these girls like her tampon flapsI'm having an effect on the hood like crackEven though I'm so suburban like a backpack strapDon't you get it?Read Ayn RandThen you'll understand why they call me the manI'm just fucking special-erDifferent from you other guysHating me in high school made me metamorphosize Kafka-esqueThe way I dress I need to send Bo Diddley some checksOn Marc Jacobs, Commes Des Garcon tieDiddy is my swagger coachCan't stop, won't stopHeavy hitter, short stopHorse face, horse cockBouncer, door stopTell me when enough's enoughLooking at me warming upMicrowave a nigga flowPity y'all don't see me though the rest of y'all already knowI get it like I gotta, manFlier like a college bandNiggas looking for a deal and I cut out the middle manDrinking fucking grape juiceEarly at a wine barBlacker than Depeche Mode so I'm a Goth Star From Letras Mania