The NFL from Hell, and You Got Mail.
A coke and a smile, to go the extra mile.
To classify the file, and to hire the fool.
This the Walking Dead, this is my Cool.
Cool to the touch, the Starsky and Hutch.
Is he a FED? Let us address such n such.
To clutch the clutch, to Tokyo Drift.
To navigate thru your mind, your psychological sick.
With the rap being mine, the Ptah of our Time.
And to Lord ur Ring, is she worth payin' the fine?
To abstain from the Brandi Chastain, to do this for fame?
And if the lame walk, are you still thinkin' sane?
Now to switch frames, this the Wayne's World.
That was on accident, to spit game to ur girl.
Now she's stuck to the hip, for me to lock and load.
She asks for a Diet Coke, this the new flow.
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