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Ham's boastin' truly coastin' postin' rhymes closer, heavy for a front-loader Dats watt I told her cold shoulder? no sir steamroller mode wit a four-leaf clover stuck in the motor, I roll a fat bitch over throw flour'n'look foh' da wet spot wit friction' I'll make fuckin' any demolition' hot Motorola in mah trench.-coat throw dat bitch through drywall'n'yell FOUL BALL! still get head in three bars in Moldova Shout-out, Rosa, Sofia, Linova Got y'all info saved on my Lenovo. Ham goin' postal keepin' the Home-made Toaster-Cannon in his holster, wat a wild roller-coaster Mind on matter like John Bauer Feelin' the urge to jump into the sour bathtub from the church-tower flexin' supreme air-power (I can fly!) embroidered cape say "HAM" in Comic Sans (I can die!) Nah embroidery dunn in an half-hour in first gear life is not a pear, Are you aware? I swear, it's not fair Pair of pears? prepared where? pear-shaped affair wit a spare folding chair somewhere downstairs, sit down cuck, you outta luck Hams bought ya misses wit a buck I slap once, I throw a diss once, and theys disappear Y'all forgot forgot why I'm here fear my saviour complex while screamin' dunn run wit scissors! from my lawn chair wit ma slippers on scissor-kick? hip slipped shit Ham ain't limber Hope dis triggers da slitherin'wizards married to strippers (oh Mister Smithers) you bicker, you mad, eat a snickers Ham get sticky' fingahz Goin' where I ought not go Like Richard Nixon? J.F.K. S.R.K, does nawt play. Will only go away after a POP! does beer needs ham, or does ham needs beer, that is unclear (oh dear) peer-reviewed? Beer reviewed five stars nice head from red I meant foam, you weirdos. Hams dope, Hams rich wit bars, Hams got 'em words dat buy cars Out-manuverin fuckas wit TARS Ain't got no shoe-deal But look at all these nice Nike shit I get brick after brick, so slick wit dis shit Rick after Rick, no one here writes like hams bits Rick Owens stitchin' on oversized shit wen I drop a new hit black fit, Saks Fifth wörth more than the whip dat it's packed wit trunk filled wit bricks can't tell ya shit zip Ham still broke tho' wenn it comes tax-season Ghetto gourmet till I'm speakin' fluent Finnish "En minä... Saatana vittu" fuck I don't speak Finnish finish? Finnish? finish mah Guinness Guinness Book witness six stupid things in six minutes seven if you count this Alrighty, Tighty, Betty, allegretti, Now you made me petty it's Chef Boyardee I'mma vomit on my sweater, guess what, moms spaghetti Ed,Edd,'n'Teddy, (gotta dodge copyright) dis ham's drunk, dis ham unsteady Broadway? wrong way long stay strong ale BOOM, Get ready,steady, set'n'go Left-over fetty Confetti , dis cute Brunetti ain't seein' Rossetti stones no moh' Rosetta? Rossetti? Whatever gobble' up, gobble-up ya eager ant-eater Ham deserve a pay-out bigger than Bob See-ger Now I gotta shove my head into the gas-heater FUCK, gas debt due, I guess I'll just go to the zoo: