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Incoharent Rantings of Insanity

Just call me Money Counter.

By Felix FosterPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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You think I'm I'm a lazy slob cause

You never see me hold a job

I count my money in the closet

You have already lost it

Just call me the money counter ching, ching, ching

That's how I get my bling

Let these words haunt your ears

I'll be set for years

You don't even know, you so slow

Your weak ass flow shows you a fool

I did you a favor and just took you to school

Simple elementary my friend, but the burn from my diss will never end

You can talk your fake ass shit

Act like you know me but that ain't even it

So keep on trying, I'll be flying

You won't even understand till long after I die

Now fuck that shit and let's get high.

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