(Crocker Verse)
/In the garden of Eden, deceptively scheming/ On my next come-up, as I was banished for treason/ Famished for seasons.../So I puffed cigarettes until it damaged my breathing/ Corroded my lungs, but suppressed my appetite/ All this..for just an apple bite, heh../ Cataclysmic makeup broke down to it's core/ Funny, the burdens you take up and then you turn and ignore/ 'Neath the industry, near the light of tall towers/ Son of king...rather play a wallflower/ Go forth and document this whole mockumentary/ Succubus king, helluva responsibility/ Reach for the stars with Joe Theisman's agility/ Wolves still try to make a meal of me/ Creep like *duh* *duh* *duh* *duh* *duh* *duh* *duh* *duh* *duh*/
(Kronkite Verse)
/Whoa, sweet Jehovah's witness/ Console your mistress, pound of blow in minutes/ I'm geeked out my mind as I run from daggers/ As I'm chased by dumb, air polluting rappers/ I turn my brown eye when I learned I'm crowned/ The best in the south, and yet still I frown/ Cause round my town, I see tops down/ And people pulled over, and still see cops found/ Another one dead, another one bled/ See superstar athletes take one in the leg/ Pushin' so close to being able to pull away/ And all it's gonna take is just one mixtape/ I'm dreamin' of drinkin' and being the best of the evening/ As rest get mad as their bitches keep creaming/ Just know when I'm on top, I ain't never leaving/ Fuck you filthy snakes in the garden of Eden/
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