Momma told me that me she'd never see me making records
Guiness book, I'm getting mentioned in the sentence that you referenced
Write a story if its hectic but I'd rather draw the message
Not a doctor or a dentist but I'll make you smile I betchA
Witcha shady instrumentals and my raps that have potential, we could really make a dent, well here's the thing, It's not that simple
I've already met the Devil drinking Jager and a redbull
So I know he doesn't want my soul or payroll
Soo that's all he said, Rejecting without a temper
I'm another weed for sale, roll me up a joint I failed
Who gon help me out this hell while sinking lower with my health?
Mentally and physically, I'm losing life to misery
In spite of how the physics be, I earned degrees in different things
Artistic side I'm trying to eat, So watch me try to find my way
I'm walking straight until my grave, They're pushed aside and swept away
Like checker pieces that I claimed, I'm getting kinged and given reign
Wanna say my name again?

Saint C, chump
See you down in hell if you forget once
Burn you like the cherry of my cheap blunt
Reaper of the reefer I don't need thots
Give my best regards when you carry on
Follow prairie swarms of your petty hordes
Let me be ignored, never heed my words until I'm gone
I'm used to how you move along
With the sweepers of the cheaters cleaning up the broken pieces
I could draw a Mona Lisa, but I'd rather rap this season,
Watch me tear the scene an anus when I'm shitting on your playlist
I don't think I'm here to save us but I'm rapping like I'm famous
cause I'm sane enough to hate it when they're sayin' that I'm jaded
I don't think I'll ever make it but I had to make this record...

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Jar Jar bought the weed, Toy yoda wisdom when I leave
I'm like the Sith I need to breathe and maul a Padme til she sleeps
I walk on skys but not beneath, I'm chewin-baccy with my weed
In general grievin' bout the need you feel to comment on my shit
I'm hangin' solo with a grip and dodgin' cops when on the blitz
And adding fleets up to the mix when killing clones in those starships
Invading huts with Jabba Fett, I've got the money side of it
Not an ewok stands a chance when blazin' through the forest tents
I've added guns up to this mess so raise a weapon and a fist
They're bout to Mace the rest of us because we felt the need to cuss
I'm not Kenobi in the cut, I'm like a Jango in the club
who had to snuff another dud who thought he had the right to scuff
the surface of this scutty earth, you have no right to beef with us
despite the rumors that you've heard
I'm gonna son you with a verse so bad when looking back it hurts
You'll even know the final words

Saint C, chump
See you down in hell if you forget once