All Caps No Spaces

Money talks Niggas walk Young Reagan I'll be damned if I take a loss I cut it up I ship it off Young vet I triple debt I'm never wrong Bitch nigga I'm the bad man, the bad man Made a mil' from the acting, the acting Where the stacks? I put crack on spreadsheets I wish a bitch nigga would try forgetting me I said I'm JPEGMAFIA all caps no spaces You coons be catching feelings My niggas catch cases I open hand Slap a closed-minded nigga, face in Wish a nigga wood like a tree at the base end Root for the home team Ran for the bases Niggas wanna be white Go and get a face-lift You don't dapwell, we can't chill Yo, Das Racist Rapping is my hobby I am not an artist I'm a ghost in a black body Roll deep, white Caddy with a black shotty Looking for that bitch nigga Hopsin in the lobby Like damn. Shout out to the 'burbs And all my niggas spitting fast to hide they shitty words, yo One thing on my mind I can't figure? Is why every rapper shady influence is a bitch nigga Fucker (Yeah, any of you bitch ass trust fund Kids come fucking near me y'all niggas dead. Fuck outta here) Trust fund kids don't come outside You might get your shit pushed back tonight (fuck nigga) Oh shit, bitch it's lit! Got a four-fifth Aim it your head Make an emo nigga slit his fucking wrists I'm the man And I got Stans Fuck Eminem I put that on the Quaran Pussy nigga ran Pussy nigga ran Imma get your momma hit Make you understand Post it on the gram I'm the new Cam Crackers want beef? I don't even like Spam Damn Trust fund kids don't come outside You might get your shit pushed back tonight (fucker) Trust fund kids don't come outside You might get your shit pushed back tonight (lil' nigga) Heard you like Pantera Bitch, not me! Heard you like Burzum Bitch, not me! Heard you bumpin' Rolling Stones Pussy nigga, please! You play that shit around me Imma put your ass to sleep You fuckin fucking creep I'm neo-nazi sheek Got guns under arms And I'm aiming at elites I heard you fucking metalheads looking for some beats I wish Varg would Come to B'more we gon' see Fucker (Fuck outta here man You talk shit you gonna get your fucking head cracked open pussy Fuck outta here) Trust fund kids don't come outside You might get your shit pushed back tonight (fuck nigga) "I ain't never heard something. So. Yo. What the fuck was that shit you just played for me, yo. Nah, for real, what the fuck was that shit, nah. I ain't wanna hear that shit again I gotta, yo what. That shit went so hard. Yo. I don't even know where I'm at right now. I'm on planet mafia and shit. Shit ridiculous in these headphones. Ri-DICULOUS in these headphones"

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