Six Hundred Chapters

[Verse 1: IZZY VEGETABLE$]

I'm the black Matt Dillon that's macking on 20 villans
Now that I'm chiling I guess I can start sinning
I can bag her cause she fine
I can fuck a dozen dimes and I can still have a girl at home that I'm calling "mine"

Fame came and my lane changed
They asking for my soul, I'm just trying to maintain
Kick game to your bitch like Rick James get drunk and yell "fuck yo couch!" like I'm insane
Clown Posse I think I'm illuminati the way that y'all try to stop me my hipsters are killers papi. yolo!

I'm singing "Adios"
Fucking inside of the ghost
Cumming inside of her throat
Slapping my dick on her nose
I is, cooler than cool kid, pockets is fatter than chuck inside of the cool kid's

Get bruised ribs when fucking with loose ends
Split your body in half have you looking like 2 twins

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[Verse 2: IZZY VEGETABLE$]

I'm the black blues brother
That's fucking with 2 rubbers
After cumming on her covers
She lick it up like it's nothing
Who knew the summer time could be so fine?
So every verse I write shall be divine
I met this girl named summer, ate sushi then fucked her mother
Went to sleep to dream about money, grammys that I'll be touching

I never got to tell my father that I'm bothered by the fact that we could never dance
Slight change of plans, travel the world and see a dozen bands
Smoke 20 swishers, make it rain on 20 strippers, 20 bottles of liquor
How you original when you sound like him?
How you call yourself a rapper when you don't know rakim?

How you fly when I'm in a game of quidditch?
Bring thunder to your city, grow vegetables out your village
Your girl wet like a nigga then gone swimming and you're mad because she's singing along to my song's nigga

Whoa

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