I Rock Peas on my head but don't call me a pea head
Beez on my hed but don't call me a bee head
Bruce Lee's on my head but don't call me a Lee hed
Now plez excuse me I gots to get my tree fed
You wear name brands and I make my own clothing
I hang out with an apple who loves self loathing...
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("*Claymated Apple: I hate my self..........*")
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Pancake on my face makes me extra happy
I like shampoo bottles that sit on my lappy
Cuz she's my Hoe you can't tell her what to do
When life hands me lemons, I make beef stew
So yo I gots to go It's time for me to rock it
I put baloney in my left pocket
smear some cream cheese in my gold locket
Cuz thats not snow thats almond-filled choclate
It's not snow its blamond-billed blockate
Cuz thats not blow it's powdered white ballclit