Hotplate

If life is a box of chocolates, damn I sure got my pick
 Cruising on the worn chords of a Megatropolis
 If you read the synopsis, the read should be redonkulous
 Blow your fucking mind like, frozen as a Klondike
 I know, right? So don't play boy!!
 Who the Hefner you? Tryna be a playboy?
 She ain't step to you cause she ain't want your name boy
 So we dismember you, turning red to rain boy
 Well then, tell your friends I could give a flying
 Funky rhinoceros octopuses are delish
 Yep, this is my kinda dish, where da fish?
 Where da fakes at? Gobble down a billion of dem bitches
 On a supersonic wave while y'all living so ridiculous
 Fictitious like you may be a little over-drinking
 Overthinking what you thinking? She is not the one to play with
 She will set you up and now you're stuck between two different cages so you're
 Done, done, done
 Dubplate
 Done, done, done
 Done, done, done
 Your aim is wasted
 I ain't mean ta throw it in ya face kidd, now you're
 Done, done, done
 So strapped, with a low cap, wanna know how I got this sickness?
 I jumped into a swimming pool, eccentric as a Kendrick
 Life is good as it gets, Mr. Jones' interest
 No stepping on the pedal without the physical fitness
 Bear witness, Rambo in the Lambo
 Saddle up the horsepower, travel while we rattle
 All the windows like a cymbal, assemble every single
 Individual musical symbol like a synth or signal so you're. Done
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