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[sampled]: Fancy - Iggy Azalea ft. Charli XCX

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Evil Deeds (feat. Eminem)

father can’t hear you, don’t know what it is I do-

with my head popped off grown sideways: sitting on the porch sitting on the lawn I’m passed around like the unplayed song of your evil deeds, your satan spawn

living is feeling wheel-stuck

bitter drunk

or closer

predominantly I am both of your heads predominantly vomiting my childhood predominantly in both your beds trying to get out of here because predominance is choking me. hell is this life, illusion of comedian bliss so i’m headed anywhere there’s room- to turn off the switch, stuck in this body this person i hate hoping you don’t choose the empty picture again.

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[sampled]: just lose it - eminem

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[sampled]: i got swag - 50 cent

#50 cent #i got swag #the wrap sample

I Got Swag (feat. 50 Cent)

didn't know how to tell him but you wanted to survive. flash fists to the moon and demand more than mortality grime want to love him but really you want survival.

you get rich or you die. wrote your own name on a train stop on the sign outside your apartment on letterhead stuffed inside mailbox after mailbox on a pageant runway where you force them to look at your waist and your thighs, your hips dripping money and sex like it's in your blood pussycat, where's your chain your brain everything - tastes like Gucci bottled up inside immortality, sky-written. makes up for burnt oatmeal again.

he likes you because you fight to believe in the god of you alone and let him ignore it. he sees himself pushing inside you, one-way anal that gets you off, fake scream but real pleasure, climax to Bugarri Ferrari Mercedes Benz-

not the rims or paint job or slick interior but the engine that says you are a name roared by someone.

an island on a map that hasn't been forgotten.

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[sampled]: let me ride - dr. dre

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Birthday (feat. 2 Chainz)

She said it was her birthday and someone had to believe it. That person was you, you pressed a stamp of your initials, an ink monogram to label all her belongings A Name – it reaffirms belief. LV on the mirror. Am I your belonging? she asks. She wants you to love her. Or the sporadic secret of a lemongrass stick, the end of which is kicking around in your mouth, does not know if her breath belongs in the exhale of a bowl of pho, or in the throb of bass in a basement, college party, midnight.

Her birthday is reappropriated.

This is your birthday. You give yourself a present and are satisfied.

Elsewhere, she is entered into a “bad bitches contest” by a stranger by you. This is a thing she never thought she’d win. She was right. She was also wrong, because as it turns out no one gets to be the baddest bitch, no one gets to be big booty ho, especially when it comes to her and her tiny ass, which happens when you have a mother, also with a small ass and small breasts that refuse to commit to being breasts, and a father who is in spectacular shape, better than her even, and can run a 6 minute mile. They don’t know about this bad bitches business.

You fall asleep with a TV commercial on You deserve good things, don’t you?

Knotted inside your neck is a desire for her unconditionally, which still might be possible. Buried in gold dollar sign. In the symbol on your chest and wallet and sunglasses and shoes and watch and belt and money clip. In the gleam of your mouth. Inside her best friend where you are shuddering ecstatically MAYBE this is where you will learn that she loves you despite or regardless or because she doesn’t know.

You put on the sweater she gave you (green with small mountains green with promise) and you tell her

Do better. You immediately want to take it back But this is easier.

Wear the corpse fable it’s somewhere on the sidewalk, pedestrian penitence. You are the big booty ho

when she leaves.

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